Nature Washes Me
by Caryn Moya Block
The geese honk at the quacking ducks causing a ruckus down by the river.
Up on the mountain the air whispers a welcome as a woodpecker knocks and a raven caws.
The song birds beg for seeds while the deer walk by and nibble on the grass.
I am so thankful to be here, surrounded and held by nature as she washes me clean, and refills my reservoir of creativity.
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