I inhaled the crisp air
It smelled of life and of earth
The scents of the forest
Sweet and piercing within the silence
There was a loneliness and an isolation
There was beauty and tranquility . . .
Trees gave way to fields of green
And wildflowers in every hue
There were sounds
The twitter of a bird, a squirrel foraging
It all blended seamlessly with the foliage
A perfect silent harmony . . .
I heard the sound of rushing water
A waterfall falling over cliffs
I let the water trickle on my hands
Cupping them to drink the sweetness
Below glimmering rocks rested
And silver fish swam . . . .
Suddenly the sun was sinking
And I must leave this enchanted glen . . .
Written September 30,2012
For the Drunken Pen, Round 2 Contest
Sponsored by Joanne Grisette
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