Janice Marie Foote's Musings

Inside this...

cherished green haven
known to us as Blue Heron
where nature's preserved

Beneath a...

canopy of trees
where songbirds do sing sweetly
summer's melody

While above..

the sun peaks through the
between of trees emptiness
that whispers silence

If we...

quiet our mind's thoughts
we can hear the true beauty
that Gaia speaks through

To us...

in nature's green grove
where magical faeries dwell
spreading pixie dust

Along with...

rainbow butterflies
that flutter in and around
the lithesome flowers

That echo...

Pan and Gaia's voice
all the way to Summerland
on the gentle winds

That blow...

us onto our paths
where our souls can find peace in
this placid grove's calm

Under the...

leaves spiraling down
falling, spinning to the ground
where silence is found

~ Janice Marie Foote ~