Whole
A hot summer day starts to bid her farewellAs the sun slowly sinks in the westThe calm cool of evening creeps into the airAs the birds start to fly to their rest‘Though some sit and linger to sing their sweet tunesSo reluctant to say their goodnightsThe pure joy of living erupts from their heartsIn a fanfare before they take flightThe presence of nature in so many formsDelights me right through to my soulFor me this is heaven, at one with the worldI’m complete, I am free, I am whole! Julie Sheldon26.06.24 ©️