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SHE CHOSE THE PATH OF BEAUTY by Teri Petz


She Chose the Path of Beauty 

 

She chose to stay close to nature 

and walk the path of beauty every day. 

She finds her power walking 

through the trees in quiet solitude 

and has a big smile every time 

she encounters wild animals. 

She stops at the big fir tree 

and connects with its ancient energy. 

She wraps her arms around its wide trunk 

and breathes in the clean air the plants release. 

She bows her head to salute the trees 

and dances along with the wind 

sweeping through the lush forest. 

She stops when she hears footsteps 

and slows her breath down 

to minimize the noise she makes. 

To her delight mother deer appeared 

with a baby wearing Bambi’s colors. 

They chew fervently on fresh leaves 

as she is standing quiet and still 

like a statue until they pass by her. 

She remembers on every walk 

how wonderful it is to live here

where she can have these magic moments. 

She is content to stay close to nature 

and walk the path of beauty every day.


Nature photography by Teri Petz


Teri Petz:
 
I was fascinated by poetry and have been reciting poems from the time I a was a little girl, before I could even read. I started to write poetry in school and throughout my adult live. In 2018 I started to host Open Mic Poetry once a month at the Owl Acoustic Lounge in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. In 2019 I self published my poetry book A Piece of Her HeartMy poems reflect the struggles and triumphs of everyday life and are spiced with some humour a few times. My goal is not only to entertain you but also to leave little seeds of inspiration and validation to whatever your journey may be. Whatever road you are on, whatever you may be experiencing I want you to know that many of us have been there before, even if it feels like you are all alone....I consider poetry to be the language of the heart. WebsiteFacebookYoutube. 

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