A Trek Into a Forest Wonderfully Deep, New Dawn- Second Battle, Part Two

A Trek Into A Forest Wonderfully Deep, (New Dawn- Second Battle, Part Two) This vista, newfound view image of divine scene fertile virgin ground, pretty as a peacock's preen born of inked splashes, and poet's bleeding blood flow from deep gashes, paints virgin soil as red-mud. Nature's true beauty sent to poet's beating heart illuminated glory at dawn's gifted start gurgling brook, waters racing into crystal clear lake sad weeping soul inhales, as much as one can take. Morning trek, my how such a change the mind renews once a train wreck, now healing beneath sky blue All aghast, miracle that comes as divine gift life changing wonders sent so fast, sent to uplift. This vista, newfound view image of divine scene. Fertile virgin ground, pretty as a peacock's preen. Robert J. Lindley, 10-19-2019 Sonnet, ( The Second Battle-- Part Two) Note: I rose from bed early. By 6 am I was 8 miles away, walking into the deep woods. Therapy for a soul that was in deep blues, seeking an answer to how to fight this dark and its beasts that it so uses. Mother Nature spoke, saying- to poet soldier, this such savages can never truly see. Watch as I gift you such deeper sight. As I saw images that I never had seen before. I realized, my deep blues were trivial and a temporary lapse on my part. As once I knew we mortals too oft fall pray to the destructive voices of the minions of darkness and its infinitely wicked rage. Arriving home, mere minutes later sipping hot coffee on my front porch. Nature spoke from my front yard as a squirrel climbed down from an oak tree fifteen feet away-- looked at me and chattered away for about three minutes! Then I understood, too oft we forget to fight! Coffee drank, into my den , my sword ,sharpened anew. This the second battle commenced and ink splashed to defeat an enemy that never ever sleeps, and never ever gives any mercy to its foes... And so the cycle continues.......