Dancing In a Glen Far Away and Dark

Dancing In A Glen Far Away And Dark I trekked into the big forest deep far back into a darkened glen, among the black trees standing tall; a lone cluster of flowers grew, like a small army of bright little men. As pretty as the clouds far above colorful petals blew in the sprightly wind, a glow cast upon dark and lonely trees; dancing in unison with leaves overhead each sang a melody of Nature's love. Old trees took on a far different hue as afternoon rays the flowers reflect, colors raced about in the scene; even the birds watched with great awe when each gust sent a wave overdue. Many years later that scene reappeared a movie that played when I was blue, dancing in a glen far away and dark; symphony of flowers decorating old trees into my mind Mother Nature's art was seared. Robert J. Lindley, 04-13-2015