Nature nurtures
The gentle soul of the universe
Earth, a mother kind
Nurtures life in every form
Forever giving
Water, a soothing balm
Cleanses and renews the soul
Flow with the currents
Air, a breath of freshness
Carries scents and secrets far
Life giving and free
Fire, a fierce wild thing
Dances and illuminates
Transformative force.
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Donna L. Roberts, PhD (Psych Pstuff)
Writer, psychologist and university professor researching media psych, generational studies, human and animal rights, and industrial/organizational psychology
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