Cedars talk to me
as sweet, fragrant oils rise
from storm ripped trunks
Ocean waves wash me clean
rhythm of repetition, monastically
echoing life in caverns of my mind
Eagle wings watch over me
on thermals of clear sky days
telling me that I am not alone
Wolf howl spirit
present in the wooded forest
footprints on the wave tossed sand
Time spent in nature
revitalizes me, and helps me to return
to the rhythm of my own heartbeat
the rhythm of my own land
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