Deep in the forest of the abandoned there is a small light,
very small, a signal really, that it’s time for snow melting
transforming into a stream, and then a river, molding
itself into a surge, growing in strength into a relentless rescue.
Covering, cleansing the ones left for dead, washing them,
until even their screams are erased, and
they can believe in their circulation
once again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
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Wow, that was good! Even without the picture it felt so powerful and renewing!
Thank you Erika! Your comments are a blessing. Peace my friend.
Peace to you too, Nicodemas!
Shedding of the seasons…
Yes for sure! And also any negative hindering us. Thank you Solitaire. Peace!
amazing…
Thank you Ellie! I’m grateful for your comment. Peace!
Beautiful Nico.
Thank you for your wonderful comment Karen! Peace to you.
Nature always has so much to teach us if we open up all our senses to their message.
Yes that is so true Connie! I also think we can receive healing through nature. Thank you and peace!
I agree!