Seeking Peace
Upon the path
Not yet so formed
I wandered forward
Through new world born
As natures branches
Reached like hands
My feet kept going
To find new lands
Up far ahead
I saw dim light
Where the sun would sleep
Come when it’s night
I, with a mission
Would wander still
To find the moon
Beyond the hill
Its smile for me
Had filled my heart
And led me here
It gave me start
My mind, my heart,
My feet, they tread
As grass would soon
Become my bed
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2018
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