A ground to rest my feet
walk to feel alive
a place to let me feel
coolness of wind
wetness of rain
life-giving heat of the Sun
gentleness of moon rays
be in awe of the Sky
Earth gives a context
to my existence
(44 words)
Context
A ground to rest my feet
walk to feel alive
a place to let me feel
coolness of wind
wetness of rain
life-giving heat of the Sun
gentleness of moon rays
be in awe of the Sky
Earth gives a context
to my existence
(44 words)
This is a very comforting poem, Reena. Love the photo with it.
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Thank you so much!
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Good point: Earth is the context of our existence.
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Call it a framework if you like. Thanks!
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Indeed… we need the soil beneath our soles.
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I like the alliteration in your comment 😀. Thanks!
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Love thinking about Earth as a context 🙂
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We need frameworks to understand what’s happening.
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Your quadrille gives comfort, Reena, and I love the phrase:
‘Earth gives a context
to my existence’.
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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Yes, it really does give us context.
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Thanks, Dwight!
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