By Cadence Cedars
I wish to stand here, feet on the earth, heart to the sky, reaching.
A connection so deep, my soul’s song, ever reaching.
Tall grass and willows sway gently, whispering low.
In the stillness of faint humming, I breathe and try reaching.
Immersed in her embrace, I owe my life to her care;
Each leaf a promise of love; I stand by, reaching.
Stand and listen, for life is a melody sung.
In the arms of her beauty, you belong; listen, by and by, reaching.
The cadence of nature sings sweetly as rivers flow.
In the depths of her essence, I find peace, heart beating; I reply—reaching.
