Heaven That Heals
- kmorari
- Dec 22, 2020
- 1 min read
While stunned by the grandeur of the Alps that embrace me,
The crisp breeze brushed my face, letting some tears of joy free.
There are no words, phrases, or sentences that can describe my surrounding,
For all I can say is that my heart is uncontrolably pounding.
As offsprings of the quiet watcher, our Mother Nature,
We often forget the unconditional love of our maker.
While the sounds of her rivers soothe our broken hearts,
Her expansive mountains inspire most of our arts;
And even her ever-changing personality plays a part.
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