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NATURE'S SYMPHONY by Sarah Courtney Dean

Part of being a Druid for me is that all things are connected...
Each rock, tree, bird, animal, and human being joined in this dance we call life. Not one being more important than the other, each with a part to play in the greater scheme, which is to honour our Mother.

Nature's Symphony

 Rushes heavy with their
Summer seed heads
Bend with the breeze
Alive
With warbling birds
Not
Exactly
Singing
As this could not be called a song
But it is praise
To the
Creator.
                                                                  And I find peace
Where nature meets
The creators paint brush
Alive
In all creation
Living
Breathing
Life
Begetting more life in a colourful symphony
Alive with Her sounds
Alive with
                                                                         Her



Sarah Courtney Dean: I am a poet and my poetry is part and parcel of my spiritual tradition. I am a Druid and a seer and also a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids. I live in the UK in the beautiful county of Dorset. My poetry is inspired by nature in all its forms especially by the progress of the seasons and how the Goddess is seen in them. I am single by choice and live with a ginger and white cat by the name of Rowan who as all cats are prone to rules the roost. You can find me on facebook here and on my page here. 


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