Soul Restorer

When life presses me down,

Don’t wear a a frown.

I find a cure,

When I’m not sure.

I stroll through the woodland,

Then I know where I stand.

Helps me to repair,

When I’m close to despair.

————-

Nature heals to restore,

When my soul is on the floor,

My spirit it’ll lift

the gloom to shift.

The soul-sappers and drudge,

I don’t hold a grudge.

For they are broken

and the angels hath spoken.

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by Debbie Wood-Holland.

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