Pristine, the night presents
while everyone sleeps,
missing the light of the moon
waning in the air of Spring speaking
soft with the scent of dew and jasmine.
Jealous of nothing,
nature exists with ease
free of stress or need to impress.
Just the pure whir of life
stirred by Love's will
to sing or listen,
guard its nest,
or hunt its next meal.
No critter eats with shame or guilt.
Nature, simply always true to itself.
~ Korrine Holt
p.s. May we attune to the Infinite One we are in perfect unity, now and always.
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Poem by Korrine Holt