Contemplation

Every morning he walked the path through immortalized trees Just right before dawn while natures at peace Deep in the forest he listened to the shivering leaves Celebrating their life with only the weight of a breeze Strolling on through the wilderness still foggy with mist With every step he's determined inhaling the wind Surveying the landscape divided by rolling slopes In search of the one perfect flower that will give meaning to hope Beyond rushing streams in final remnants of night Etched with the last silvered thorns of adorning moonlight Near the end he discovered with sorrow decayed and disheveling trees But then he heard cheerful whispers from the first birds to sing As the morning swords of sunrise gave birth to new eyes He admires the passion of the dying inspiring new life And with contemplation he studies a beautiful rare flower in bloom Growing upon the dead flesh of the earth and with peace his heart was consumed