Hammock Healing

Cradled like a babe
in cotton bright with woven colors,
I am rocked between two trees
by easy autumn breeze.
Gratitude suffuses me,
expands around me in a glow.
Well-being that streams through me,
I breathe out and out —
to soothe the grieving world.

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