Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan
We need to lift our eyes
from the puny products of our own making,
glance upwards more often
where eagles soar carefree in currents overhead
see brand new, soft hued leaves of gigantic maple trees
that have lived here so much longer than we;
smell fresh, invigorating salt-tinged breeze;
whisper hushed words of thanks;
then bend our body once more to the task at hand,
but never again bend the spirit.
©Sharron R. McMillan
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