Senses Of Nature - Poem by Charles Todd
Drinking from a mountain stream, ice-cold water.
Walking through a rain forest.Soft, quiet, damp.
Water in my veins
Standing on a mountain crest, above a distant horizon.
Sensing peace, calm, attainment.
Breathing clean air.
Oxygen in my veins
Wading at ocean's edge
Hearing the roar, the seagulls and sea lions.
Seeing pelicans, crab parts, and pebbles.
Smelling kelp, salt and fresh air.
Feeling of having come from the ocean.
Salt in my veins.
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