Beat of the World

 With gentle tremor
the wind whispers
‘trees live’
I hear their music through
rustling leaves.

Sea laps the shore
with endless sweet kisses
on high tides of blessings
and gratitudes.

Birds sing their own song
on wings of joy
and, in freedom of flight.

With bluest of skies
clouds share their air
and dance upon the earth
as they move in
shifting shadows
becoming
what my mind wishes
them to be.

Each blade of grass
each tiny tear that falls

is as important
as you and I

Once we have heard
the beat of the world.

~**~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

I used to live in the house whose deck you can just make out the corner of, on the right of the pic. Loved this river.  Water is my life’s blood.

Shared with Poetry Picnic Week #10 Nature, Forests, Rivers, and Mountains

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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada and design custom made candles

20 thoughts on “Beat of the World”

  1. I really love this one. My favourite line is, “Sea laps the shore with endless sweet kisses.” That perfectly describes the rhythm of the waves as they meet the shore.
    Well done poem.
    William

  2. Sea laps the shore
    with endless sweet kisses
    on high tides of blessings
    and gratitudes.

    love your creative words, well painted imagery on nature/sea.

  3. I so love this poem, and the photo – and you LIVED there! Water is my life’s blood too, especially the ocean, which I keen for endlessly……..luckily the Island is covered with lakes and rivers and creeks and falls and lagoons and ponds and every manner of watery bliss. When I miss the ocean too much, I walk by the river. Loved your poem!

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