A Poem: Woven Beauty

When I was young, life was simple and slow                                                                                                                        All I knew was land, sky, and flow                                                                                                                                            Dew on the grass and pink morning light                                                                                                                                  A world of beauty in every sight
A woman tended our home with love and care                                                                                                                Her wisdom taught me the sacred there                                                                                                                             Not separate from the things we see each day                                                                                                                 But woven in all things, in humble ways
My father loved the land, its every turn                                                                                                                                 He taught me to notice, grow, and learn                                                                                                                              From feeding cows to fishing in the pond                                                                                                                                 A life that rejoiced in nature’s bond
My mother urged me to look beyond that place                                                                                                                 To seek new paths, to find a new pace                                                                                                                                                                                 To take the beauty of this world we call home                                                                                                                  And carry it with me wherever I roam
So I left that small town and went away                                                                                                                               But the lessons I learned remain today                                                                                                                                   For the beauty of  land, sky, and flow                                                                                                                                       Are woven into the fiber of my life and soul

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