The world is too much with us, we cannot see
The beauty that surrounds us every day
Our eyes are blinded by our want and need
For things that do not last, that fade away
We spend our lives in getting and in gain
And waste our precious time in pointless toil
We seek for pleasure, but we find no joy
For all our striving leaves us in turmoil
Yet nature waits for us with open arms
The moon, the stars, the sea, the wind, the sky
The trees that whisper secrets to the breeze
All offer us a chance to live, to try
To find the peace and love we seek within
And shed the chains that bind us to our sin
About the Creator
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders7 days ago in Fiction
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