........ restless soul seeking solace, the volume of the world deafens and hinders my peace; with enticing whispers THE BECKONING lures me. Dew laden carpets of plush green, aides of light to govern me - fireflies to and fro they weave. Crickets chirp in natural harmony. Frog princes that woo their princesses to be. Owls that hoot a welcoming THE BECKONING of nature my heart and soul replete be. Enthralled, captivated...... comotosed I feast upon natures bounty THE BECKONING I seeked. ©️PSA 18/4/22.
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