What if the rustling leaves and the whisper of the breeze could sing? Would it be a lullaby that soothes the soul or a revelatory chant that beckons us back to an ancient, familiar tribe? In this beautiful piece of poetry, we’re taken on a sensory journey—a dance through nature’s embrace, where each stanza is ripe with the essence of connection and shared experience. The imagery leaps off the page like the dew on damp grass, inviting us to join the gathering of weary warriors returning homeward, led by the call of a distant bird. It’s a reminder that in the stillness of night, amidst the caress of the natural world, we often find an echo of something profoundly shared, something that binds us to one another and the universe. Dive into the depths of this enchanting exploration of unity amid the cyclical beauty of life and nature. Curious to learn more? Just click here: [LEARN MORE](http://www.suemarie.info).
A whisper…
the caress of a gentle breeze
on the nape of your neck.
The stillness
of the breath of night,
a lone bird in the distance,
wailing,
calls to me,
this song.
Running along dew-damp grass,
I search for you
singing back a song of oneness,
though not of one.
Feet bare,
emerald blades brush my skin,
gently,
adding to this chorus,
a most glorious union,
a beacon of illumination,
rumbling ground,
thousands come to heed the call.
Our tribe has gathered once again.
The fireside smoke rises,
calling tired warriors back home.
Autumn permeates the air.
What is above is below,
what is below is beside,
what is beside is beneath,
what is beneath is inside,
what is inside is the sound of the moonlight,
like the caress of a gentle breeze
on the nape
of your neck.
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