Calling me to nature By Christopher Ross Livingstone

Calling me to nature By Christopher Ross Livingstone 

Sensations are calling, 

walking as I experience the day by day.

Something is telling me a change is coing. 

The sun flickering through the trees and the leaves,

flickering light and making realisations, 

I come to see the seasons are on the cusp.

Emotional tugging plucking at the heart,

the strings echoing and vibrating a passing.

Grief is like a song, 

passing through the soul until you've felt the calling.

A love like no other, 

mother always taught me love can be uncnsitional

Mother nature is calling me,

seasonal shifts are marking the passges of time. 

I know in time deep reflection swell on in,

when autumn golden and oragne set the scene.

Abundance and light, 

time lost a mother.

A year coming to pass, 

sensations callingme home to mother and natue