The Eternal Flame
A magical stroll through the woods I go.
Petrichor filling my sense of smell.
This connection I’m feeling is more I know,
Content I be whilst my inhibitions fell.
The wind blowing my thoughts to every tree,
As birds sing softly raising my spirit higher,
I’ve now come to realise all that I see,
All as one from the great eternal fire.
Each of us walk this earth alone,
Crossing paths with others on the way,
Exchanging our thoughts never set in stone,
For each step we take, and foot we lay.
Leaving these woods will be a hard test,
Not breaking any bonds, just moving on.
Summerland awaits me, so I may rest,
Above all clouds which the sky rests upon.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment