One Day
The wind playfully blows the snow into deep drifts
from which poke the tips of bushes and small trees.
The weak sun causes the snow crystals to glitter
as if alive they cast colour over the pristine white.
Not yet done the wind roars through the forest
leaving snow flurry's in its wake that softly float.
Obscuring the view of the top of the steep glacier
that dominates all that can be seen sprawled below.
A deep silence prevails as the wind moves away
a hush that seems to shout out to be heard.
Listen with all your being, hark at the rustles
and joyous notes of birds singing with pure voices.
No human sounds ring out, no footprints in the snow
untouched virgin land that is cut off from mankind.
Here all live as nature intended, a blissful paradise
sometimes briefly glimpsed through a telescope.
Mainly protected from view by mist and ghostly fog
peace reigns and tranquillity flows over the valley.
All watched over and tended too by the high priest druid
he alone knows the secret trail and guards the knowledge.
A place like this exists in all our hearts if we let it in
a hidden place where we go for solace from daily trials.
One day we will understand ( like the druid) and be at ease
in a world that flourishes at our touch. One day friends, One day.
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