Silent Psalm
Slowly, the cool dark
earth beneath my feet exhales.
Slugs leave silvered trails.
Tree trunks breathe, listen.
Mists rise, coiling up like smoke
swallowed in stillness.
Towering elms, midget
walnuts, still-green mossy logs,
tangled ivy, fallen
oak leaves floating red-
veined in silky-soft sea-grass,
seagulls’ feathers, frisky
squirrels and that dear orange
butterfly – All praise our God!
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