Reaping Respect

Virgin wasteland un-trampled Rugged terrain in front of my step I am resting as not to set foot In the rugged scape of magic A screen of thistles ramblers climbers and shelter Indigenous flowers budding Untamed seeds flowing wild Feral spread of the horizon Rugged un-spoilt inspiration No trespassing as far as soft eyes explore and receive Gentle wind soothes my skin Rain shares moist trickles Clouds break musk and dawn Mellow chorus of fragrance If I go any further my steps threaten the fleeting wonder 22nd March 2020