.season Peace Poem by Angie M..

When I was young, I used to think it was all about the superior...
(that I was both afraid of
and attracted to)

but it wasn't.

I had in my collection, an abundance of saplings
and only a few not...
where the Spirit whispered
'Like this one.'

and since the day that I discovered that I was on a totally different path...
Never again.

Mighty oaks could stand by me
Yet, there were no superior
and no spirit whispers...realizing then, my perception had always been clear.

Though we always lingered in the background (after so many years) you branched out with another
In my being, I believed the spirit had whispered to you.

I listened carefully to the flow of the wind, thought about our purpose,
and heard the whispers too.

So come what may or go,
in all my heart and soul
I am not confused.