Walk down to the shore
the lake will talk with you.
It will soothe and heal.

Magic is all around
in the trees and water
in the wind and sun.

I wanted to commune all day
Duty called, I had to leave.
Now I must listen more carefully.

Not now young, but not worn out.
When I hear the birds I know.
Still I wonder what they say.

Our bodies become what we are.
We are beautiful. Through the open window
the breeze casts its spell.

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