The earth’s cup is overflowing
with a healing draught for you
there’s a wholeness Nature’s holding
in the gray and green and blue

Deep in hidden places is
the tranquility you need
to hear the perfect tapestry
in the brush of stone and stream

Wisdom is there waiting
soft in the cool damp dark
feel the whispers of the trees
as you stroke the crumbling bark

The tumbling rush of waters
the stately dance of leaves
the wonder that surrounds you
in a hundred shades of green

c. 3/2/97, B. A. Riley

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One Response to Naturopathy

  1. This poem is absolutely beautiful. It fills my soul. Thank you.