Poetry by Sheila Benedis

Let Thoughts Breathe

messages  come through the air

hear the way the wind rustles the leaves

creates shifts in scent

observe the way the light comes through the trees

 shimmers in noonday sun

suggesting rhythmical movement

I feel it within myself

messages come through the air

take time to hear the whispers

of what nature is trying to tell me

listen

let thoughts breathe