Safe within the canvas of my tent
My broken life will continue to move on
Wrapped tightly within my blankets
The ground’s icicle fingers cannot touch me
Trees stand guard in this transient place
Songs of grace whisper through the branches above
A distant stream flows through the woods
Singing a lullaby beneath the full moon
My friend, the wind, speaks softly to me
Talking of all that it has seen
Mountain peaks and crowded streets
Shining oceans and vast fields
As it leaves it gently lifts my hair
Place a touch of warmth on my skin
There are no walls nor chains to confine me
No structures built to hold my pain
I live as one with Mother Nature
Her boundless heart welcomes me
The earth itself my kin
Sitting beside the campfire at night
Surrounded by billions of lantern like stars
They speak to me of what was, is and will become
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