Come Outside

a short poem of encouragement for someone who was going through a depressing time.

Come Outside

 

 

The fields are singing

and the grass is calling your secret name

Its blades of green have felt your grace

Now they’ll never be the same

 

The little people of the planet

Have missed your human touch

Hound, horse, hawk and hare

To them you mean so much

 

The rain is falling for you

Eager to bless your skin

It wants to take what’s old and dry

And make it fresh again

 

The sky is waiting to be seen

Its longing for your sight to stay

The air is so inviting

Will you come and join the day?

 

(11 August 2005)

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

History? There could be a gentle sigh running through your words, perhaps a reflection. Wondering:

'The little people of the planet
Have missed your human touch.. '

[Paul Michael Kelly]

The little people of the planet refers to fauna, the animal life with us here on the surface of our mother Earth.

[emmajoygreen]

True as truth can be. They were here before Man

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks that’s a beautiful write
Loved it

[Paul Michael Kelly]

gratitude...

[redd Brick Keshner]

When the fields sing perhaps I shall recognise that secret name. Everyone must have one. This was posted up almost 20 years ago now, but still rings fresh. 🙏🏻🕊️

[Paul Michael Kelly]

Thanks you for reading and understanding - which is perhaps the finest mark of gratitude a writer can experience.

[redd Brick Keshner]

It was a true pleasure, thank you as well for doing likewise. 🙏🏻🕊️