To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,Emily Dickinson
One clover, and a bee.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
A Poem, for April
by Morgan Harper Nichols
Let this be the April you always remember.
The April where you chose to believe
there was more to the future
beyond what you could see.
The April where you learned to trust:
no matter the unknowns before you,
the sun would still rise and you would still find:
you still grew how you were meant to.
Let this be the April where everything changed,
for you decided you were free to heal and move on
and never be the same.
With much thanks to ReWild Wellness for sharing it.