Attunement Poem by Annalee Somerville

I attune my heart to the quiet rhythms of the earth,
where dawn exhales light over sleeping hills,
and roots whisper stories through the dark loam.
I listen to the hush between wind and leaf,
to the slow turning of seasons in the bones of the land,
and the patient breath of rivers finding the sea.
Here, the noise of the world thins to nothing,
and I remember...
I am not apart from this place,
but a single note in its endless song.

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