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Here’s another little poem about nature’s power to restore my inner peace.
The woods have a way of aligning me—
when I come bent over and beaten low
to a forest, where no one else can see
my face but quiet songbirds, moths, and doe,
my weights fall off, and the trees unify
their strength to pull my heart up toward the sky.