Be the girl,
who is spellbound by..
an oriole on an agave bloom,
a hummingbird on a pine top,
a honeybee on an encelia.
By foggy, surreal mornings.
By the crackling log in a fireplace.
By the sepia sunset,
a distant island in the ocean,
the silhouette of lanky palms.
By distant blue hills
and autumnal oaks.
You will never be sad —
not for long.
For in the next glance,
nature has
its magic spectacles
to cheer you.
Note: This poem was originally published in Medium.
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
My art shop: https://artsforhealinggifts.etsy.com
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