Awakening

The sunshine illuminating Golden honey dripping through the leafy veil A soft, golden balm spreading across my features A symphony of serenity envelops me My feet wade into the silky, slow-moving tide Floating within the supple flow Taken by the reflection of stillness Wrapped around the height of withered wisdom Tall and endless they stand Drooping branches worn I hear the crisp, tired leaves fall Just upon a soothing storm My conscience awakens I hold on