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Nothing Really Happens Til

February 27, 2019

Rising Fiddle Head ~ Photo by Patrice

Nothing really happens
Til something moves
Takes control.

Nothing really happens
In the morning bright
Til eyes open
Letting in streaming sunlight.

Nothing really happens
Til words are spoken
From a mouth open
Speaking things we need to know.

Nothing really happens
Til feet move
Heeding the mind’s signals
And control.

Nothing really happens
Til we let Mother Nature
Let nature have the reins
And we let go.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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3 comments

  1. Absolutely well said !

    Liked by 2 people

         by The Muscleheaded Blog February 28, 2019 at 2:37 am
    Reply

  2. Reblogged this on Patrice Clarkson's Blog.

    Like

         by Patrice February 3, 2023 at 12:09 pm
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