Garden of the Gods
I walk the damp,dark path of oblivion.
Not a sound in this forest interrupts me and my thoughts.
Not a sight can take my mind from where I will it to go.Then there is light.
This dark forest path opens to sheer cliffs,light, and happiness.The birds chirp their song of
joy as they fly above me. A gentle breeze wraps me in its cool embrace.
Here Im a book flying open.
Here I am whole.
As I continue my journey of life,I enter a bright jungle.
Sunlight dapples everything.
The sounds of crickets and tranquility fill the air.
And still I continue my journey of life.
Through the hard and happy times, this life is truly like the Garden of the Gods.
Copyright © Cheyenne Kay | Year Posted 2011
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