silence
but for the whisper of a breeze
the fluttering call of a bird
the breath of love close by
then the myriad other muted signs of life
begin to spin, spin
themselves into a frenzy
as money changes hands
over and over and over again
and soon that’s all that can be heard
from a distance
across the divide
a chasm of failed understanding
cling to the coo of the mourning dove
the rustling of the trees
the flash of the comet singing out loud
if love only infused
maybe it could all work
somehow
earth sky air 
What a beautiful poem Nancy! I echo your sentiments…”maybe it could all work.. somehow”! I hope so! ❤
Fingers crossed! 😊 Thank you so much! 🌷
Reblogged this on bodyandsoulnourishmentblog and commented:
A beautiful poem of hope in the mist of the noise and confusion of our human affairs… there is always Nature to ground us in its beauty and peace!
Thank you, dear Amira! 🌷
You are so welcome, it’s my pleasure dear Nancy! 🙂 ❤