Ode To My Better Man
I
The rains have washed the air
and landscapes glow in a soothing summer green
that perfectly tints the blue skies.
Grasses are dancing a samba of love and country,
Woodpeckers are flocking with a music of timber,
Beetles have tinged the acacias in a mating fashion,
Blooming Barbertons have leaned their hue towards the sun,
While earthworms are steadfast to till the land;
Creation seems to celebrate the communion of souls,
The lines in the palm of the creator are subtle
Yet, the emptiness of my heart is filled with nature's muse.
II
Boughs seek the next wind to rustle a new song;
I sit in this fluttering shade
and sing a poem of a better man than me.
There's so much to feel in this life,
And a whole lot to give to this world,
I have spent my years learning what
and what not to feel and a whole lot to give,
The conflict within a man seeking purpose
is but a river seeking the blue of the sea.
I don't question why it has taken so long to come here;
This is where fate brings me, a hermitage of peace.
08/06/17
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