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

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