Big Spring
Lost in my searching, I stop in the middle of the forest.
The majestic pine trees kiss the skies and dream of eternity.
The sounds of the rippling waters give them a glimpse of the non-stopping hallelujah.
Their tears of happiness gather in this magical place, mirroring heaven.
Green and blue mingle perfectly in a brilliant turquoise, a hidden gem,
away from the world's disturbing noises.
Without words, I kneel in awe.
I listen to the music of silence,
and I start to dream with the old pines.
I dance alone, surrounded by invisible angels,
under the clearest skies I ever saw.
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