Grace

I Seek for grace,
In nature’s ever changing face.
Yesterday
the sheeting rain chased empty thought away.

This morning, The wind purifies,
Birds sing in sunny skies.
At times, my spirit flies
Or goes asighing with the breeze.

Would
That I could
Soar high up in the trees
And be lost among the leaves.

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K Morris – Poet