AWAY
(The experience of being in Spring can literally take us to a place
where life is sublime and totally fulfilling)
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By, Myra Wexler Darwish

 
You can’t find me in the spring,
For I’ve gone to a place
Where the winged ones abide…
Lost in their glorious songs that call to me from afar.
  
I’ve surrendered to the symphony of nature,
Letting in only the sounds of the leaves rustling,
And the light earthy vibrations of the little creatures…
As they scurry about on carpets of green.
  
I am called to be a part of this season of new beginnings,
And I am helpless not to,
For I must be with the trees and the flowers…
Nature alone satisfies my need to feel the grandness of being at one.
  
So spellbound am I in the bliss and wonderment
Of springtime’s majesty
That I have become a slave to the season…
Ecstatically filling my soul with hope, as I watch new life begin.
 
© Copyright 2017 Myra Wexler Darwish Posted: May 21, 2017