The Forest Green....

As early dawns sunlight, of golden glass.... Now drips from the ambient forest of green Showers of light reflected, from across the pond Gazing amid the cabins threshold; these love laced thoughts A nightingale lingering; singing atop the windows ledge Faraway whispers, from the preludings winds of time.... Ushering these images, beyond the corridores of ones soul Still waters resurgent; resplendent, upon the silverish blue Alluvions resillence, painted in criterion before my eyes Lavishly renewed colours, brushed gently this heart of mine.... Fireflies and butterflies, floating through the turquoise sky Melodies atop this brilliant canvas', carousels of life ~ But, as the pendulums gravities of truth sway inside my mind I find myself within a fortitude of ponder; fortified By the realization that not all is fairytales and or, ice cream rides.... Pestilence of plights befalling millions and who's wrong or right? Thus in the referendum of self, one must choose and decide The ways of justice, balanced upon the scales of conscious Betwixt the pabulums dividing lines of love and hate? And a poet writes.... Peering across the pond unto the other side Beautiful faces beautiful eyes, beautiful hearts and beautiful lives Red Robins sing and White Swans they fly ~ Embracing them all; this knowing; these treasures inside!? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The forest green....