Sparkling creek and untainted air<\/p>\n
Rocks rise underfeet<\/p>\n
Civilization momentarily left behind<\/p>\n
As mountains rise up on either side.<\/p>\n
Sunlight warms to make heavy the air<\/p>\n
Until the breeze tears<\/p>\n
Through above the icy water<\/p>\n
If you breathe\u00a0deeply enough, it will make you alive.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
City girl,<\/p>\n
Lulled to sleep by nature’s song<\/p>\n
Her soft sounds, her apparent drowsiness<\/p>\n
As the waters tumble and leaves flutter.<\/p>\n
There is much more noise in the city,<\/p>\n
Constant stimulation,<\/p>\n
Hustle and bustle and Tweets and the daily offence<\/p>\n
With every turn of your head.<\/p>\n
The voice of the city is shallow,<\/p>\n
and shallowly we respond to it,<\/p>\n
With unthought words and hollow feelings<\/p>\n
And poses on our screens.<\/p>\n
No wonder nature makes the city girl drowsy:<\/p>\n
She is so used to hustle and bustle,<\/p>\n
To things happening, happening in her face.<\/p>\n
But in nature, she must look.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
As deep calls out to deep,<\/p>\n
So calls the voice of<\/p>\n
The earth, the air, the rocks, the trees<\/p>\n
To the deep she has inside and has forgotten how to hear.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
City girl sits on the rocks<\/p>\n
Turns one over in her hands,<\/p>\n
Rough edges sensitizing smooth fingers.<\/p>\n
Slowly the relative silence of nature<\/p>\n
Clears the muddied shallows of the waters of her mind.<\/p>\n
She stands<\/p>\n
Touches the leaf of an aspen on the banks<\/p>\n
Watches in her soul\u00a0as it becomes alive,<\/p>\n
Breathing sunlight,<\/p>\n
Raising bark and branch and heartwood<\/p>\n
High above her head<\/p>\n
Into the limitless, living sky.<\/p>\n
Sparkling creek and untainted air,<\/p>\n
Rocks rising underfeet,<\/p>\n
She breathes,<\/p>\n
And connects in her heart to the deep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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