Under a warm sun,
a stroll by the ruffled lake,
quiet geese foraged in the grass
a picnic table to write and muse
trees played with a cooling wind
taking leave of this peaceful shelter
delicate flowers nodded to me
on my measured journey back home.
“What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise
and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?”
~ E.M. Forster
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