And torn emotions float
Sky-bound to the cloud-bound high,
Empty is the space and there is peace again
Is this the draught for the soul?
Is this the time for contemplation?
Watching the earth spin,
Exhilarating in the force of movement.
Nature in moments of being, affirms our existence,
Asserting itself, pushing upward edger to make seed.
Clear space expands and the sky,
Rampant now in its freedom, is dappled and vast.
Vicky Hemingway 1989