She sits in the garden
Relaxing away the day
Leaving behind the stress
That followed her out
She closes her eyes
And listens to the bees
Pollinating the flowers
A butterfly flutters across her face
As she sits so very still
She allows the peace to fill her
As she soaks up the sun
She absorbs the smells
Of the flowers and the loam
She removes her sandals
To feel the peat moss between her toes
Absorbing the healing energy from the ground
She sits until the nighttime crickets arrive
Well past the rise of the full moon
Recharging her soul
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Incredible.
I Enjoyed Reading This Spiritual Replenishing Piece ❤️📝😉