Meadow of Solace

In this meadow by its brook I stopped to rest my weary head A golden eagle circled above capturing my spirit, away it led Sounds of trickling water over rocks dismissing all thoughts of troubled days Lost in my senses and keen to observe whilst soaking up the warm sun rays As the wind whispered gently in my ear I could feel myself swaying with the trees The long grass whipping across my legs following the path chosen by the breeze A sudden urge struck me to howl out loud the eagle then screeching out my name My back began to tingle up my spine I then wondered if the eagle felt the same A euphoric impulse surged in my mind lost to this world, but myself was found Such sacredness is rarely set upon but in this moment, I was caught abound So, keep your cities and suburbs away for in them, I see no solace to find No connection to speak of at all I'm afraid instead, I shall keep this secret spot to unwind