and the whole self, all of it,
is swallowed up in one weary sigh,
Nature will heal the soul.
When there is another job or demand
and all the voices wanting make it seem that
sanity is dripping away like hour glass sand,
Nature will heal the soul.
When there is noise, so much noise
and ears are shriveling up;
aching for silence and growing annoyed,
Nature will heal the soul.
When melancholy runs its course,
no great sorrow existing
yet strange discontent and remorse,
Nature will heal the soul.
May I escape these four walls?
May I tread away from all man made?
May I just feel the rain fall?
Nature will heal the soul.
Soaring onward, like an eagle in flight-
feeling winds, trees, oceans, storms,
for a moment flying free out of sight.
Nature will heal the soul.
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