The trance like past

midsummer days evoked the trance-like past

where children played in joyous, daisied fields

with buttercups so bright the memory lasts

a freedom that our conscious growth will steal.

those stones and leaves and many colored flowers

were gathered into images that glow

yet later we forgot those treasured hours

when for a while we lived in life’s deep flow

we did not look and see,but felt at one

we lived as did the birds high in the trees

now we see and write yet experiencing has gone

we  forget to  live like flowers filled with bees

to lose ourselves in nature is a joy

which to our adult selves we must restore

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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