Adelaide Miller

I
        FEEL 
                     THE 
                      TOUCH 
               OF MOTHER NATURE
                                                                                                                  in the vibrance
                                                                                                                        of bluebells
                                                                                                                               eager to
                                                                                                                             meet the
                                                                                                                                       sun

the smell
      of petrichor
                        perfume 
                                  floats in
                                    the breathe
                                                 of breezes

in the wind
you can 
hear nature’s
lullaby
whisper
to the 
children 
of clay and
sand

WE         ARE         THE         PRODUCT
                OF THE UNIVERSE
and	         the      earth
                   is  a 	vessel
of    generosity

you can feel										                            your skin
      	            it in the							                       brushes
            			   raindrops 	                             as the water
                                                         of sunshowers

            or in the
scent of
nectar      like 
       honey
that coats
your          fingertips
     and feeds
 the      buds
of     a    summer
    yet to  come

the salt
on your
forehead
belongs to
the sea

follow the
waves ever
cresting
against
a battered
shore 
and you shall
find the 
birthplace
of man

WHEN 	YOUR 	TIME
COMES 	AROUND
and   the        earth
    is hungry
                      for your bones—
do not fear

                  the cycle							 	        of morning
                                      is born 		           	  in the dewdrops
                                                                     anew