“And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

when breath eases and movement becomes quite still,
there’s solace near the inlets
and surrounding hills.

if the quagmire of sorrow has kept you away,
allow mystical wetlands
to put on a grand parade!

in glossy estuaries,
you’ll see through kinder lenses
and the call of the spoonbills, will bring you back to your senses!

and when your heart becomes stricken,
let simple pleasures beckon
and allow grateful everglades to masquerade as heaven!