In times when she feels crushed and broken,
she would watch the tiny messengers of hope.
The fireflies’ magical sparks remind her that even a little light can shine in darkness.
And when she’s completely torn into bits
that’s difficult to piece together,
she would look up to the sky and stare at the little messengers of life.
The stars remind her that she can still radiantly shine even in pieces.

I miss the footpath through the woods I share with buck and doe
While the warming sun kisses the earth with soft and soothing glows

I miss the quiet that calm the thoughts twisting in my head
Whispering like the wind through the trees around my stead

I miss the lush green meadows that tickle my weathered feet
Mixed with wild flowers wafting aromas that smell so sweet

I miss the early morning dew that soaks up the light of day
Shimmering upon every stem and leaf within nature's hideaway

I miss the eagles circling brooks and barrows to and fro
Counting down the days till spring while watching the melting snow