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May 4
I feel close to Him, when I’m near Her, my soul takes flight.
His presence lingers, a gentle hymn, as She whispers lullabies on the wind on a moonlit night.

I feel on me His gaze in a hidden maze, through forest trees, I find my way.
I see Him smile as Her dawn’s first rays, paints the sky in hues of gold each day.

In Her garden, summer raindrops fall, His tender touch upon my soul.
His presence lingers, a whispered call, as I dance with Her, feeling whole.

Her evening rhythm, a gentle song, paints the sky with hues divine.
His essence, sun’s first rays, strong, as petals sway in Her sacred shrine.

One sunny day, it dawned on me, lost in Her charm, entranced by His ways.
They both are one, one and the same,
God is Nature, and Nature is God’s praise!

So gaze upon the petals, the stars above, and know: in every leaf, in every sod, God’s essence breathes, a boundless love, where Nature’s pulse aligns with the divine nod!
Written by
Alice  33/F/Seattle
(33/F/Seattle)   
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