A lake and a tree And me Time to be – About the poem It’s hard to remember the healing qualities of nature as we hustle through our
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A lake and a tree And me Time to be – About the poem It’s hard to remember the healing qualities of nature as we hustle through our
  Saturday morning I’m zipping around Ticking off errands The post office and the grocery store The hardware store, the mall Checking my watch Thankfully When I look
All the emails waiting For me Are nothing Compared to a towering tree All the facts and figures I know Are nothing Compared to the glistening snow
Why do we sit home for hours And complain about the heat Feeling sticky and icky Whiny and sweaty In a don’t-get-me-started way We are on edge all
Nature! My healer! You are always there for me… Aren’t you tired of me? – About the poem: I feel kinda dense. I never got the idea of
Sitting on the earth I am grounded Walking in the woods I am schooled Hearing the waves I am released Inhaling and exhaling I am healed Maybe now