Found Treasures

Look down
For found treasures:
The fallen feather
The melee of mushrooms
A stone unturned
A leaf –
Tiny tokens of a bigger world
That carry voices of the growling earth
And the high pitched hum of sky
The keening of the clouds and the
Singsong chatter of grass

The greatest gifts are almost hidden
Grounded in earth tones and symbiotic notes
Inviting us to  listen
To the purest of the voices,
The voices of the wise,
The voices of the multitudes
Who know  the ancient melodies
Of simple truth

Look down for
Found treasures
For they speak in perfect measure
And make sense 
Of wildest dissonance,
Of untamed spirits, 
And troubled minds


  1. Lilli Ann Snow
    January 31, 2020 at 5:37 pm

    Oh, how wonderful…❤️

  2. Jane Patten Cardoso
    October 5, 2020 at 10:56 pm

    Thank you!

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