A place of healing
A space for cleansing
A moment of reflection
A time for introspection.
Removed from the rush
And the mindless madness
No suspicion or fear
No heartless callousness.
A place of birdsong
A space to create
A time of expression
With no thought of aggression.
Removed from the stifling striving
And the endless slog,
Embraced by nature
Learning the Mother’s song.
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