41. Nature's Therapy
There are some drawn to the ocean,
Its boundless depths and mysteries,
Where crashing breakers sound like thunder,
And gentle breezes kiss the seas,
There are some drawn to the ocean,
Its boundless depths and mysteries,
Where crashing breakers sound like thunder,
And gentle breezes kiss the seas,
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When the day becomes the night and the moon begins to glow,
The ocean waves will sing a song nobody knows.
As the mountains peak up high and the trees begin to shake,
When I couldn't find anything for a project, I came to this website and searched poems and found this...great poem.
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Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.