Side Two
Maripat Robison Poetry
Nature's Grace
I turned my face to the sun
to be warmed by nature’s grace
I tuned my ears to the trees
to hear the birds sing
and around my feet
the curled leaves twirled -
for one last dance
in the grass
with the wind.
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