When I gave up
On Everything…
I listened to the stories of the land,
and looked for shooting stars.

I heard raven wings calling the wind,
and watched sunlight glisten on river flows.
I caught a glimpse of deer in the forest,
and heard an owl hoot as the moon rose.
That’s when I gave up on everything,
because I knew I had it all.
I heard bees buzzing,
and found a profound sweetness.
As I lay beneath the hive
where honey is made,
grateful to be alive.

I gave my dance,
weaving figure eights,
Day fades to night,
and dreams me awake
to be part of this wild life.
I picked the rose
and tempted fate,
only to be pricked,
by a thorn.

My heart forlorn,
when grief awaits.
all in synch,
with this wild
symphony of love.
In memory of Laurel Alicia Stearns
Jan. 1 1980 – September 6, 2025
By Valley Reed
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