Spoken word poetry

Close your eyes
Feel the sun rays on your skin; the gentle touch of the springtime breeze, let it caress your cheeks, let it carry the perfume of your hair into the forest where it will find the songs of birds and blend with it.

Can you hear it?
Try not to guess their conversations. Just let those chirps and whistles cleanse your ears, shatter your fears and wipe your tears. Enjoy this wild noise. You need it.

You need it like the humid air you breathe. Washed through the countless leaves of oldest oak trees, standing strong in storms and draught and heat and long cold winters. They've been here before you, they will still be after you. Rejoice in their presence absorb their wisdom, and let them protect and nourish you.

And if you're hungry, just go on walking with bare feet and feel the wet leaves, the warm soil. You'll find your way without a map. The pathways that you walk will reveal your food. The berries, the roots, the fruits, the wild mushrooms. Why think so much? Just take it all in and keep on moving like a drop in a river that flows incessantly to nowhere. The same river that brought you here. The very same to carry you away one day. day.
day.

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