The Rapture

Escaping from the patterns of my life From crime and hate and inner strife I visit a place that is pure and serene Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings I followed a path forged in stone immersed in beauty, that nature owns It is nature that owns the morning haze That envelops the glory of this mystic maze A labyrinth of answers to my dreams this paradise is false,or so it seems As the sun beamed its radiant light i choose a place and did recite I gasped at the trees and fertile soil that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled The flowers have blossomed this early spring Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine. The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt that blackens the white and decays the dirks Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers that abides in memory to this very hour. i heard patter from a creek a distance away Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay And to my eyes not a ripple shows As i induced a wish then tossed a rose Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection For all this beauty that envelops me unfolds clearly for the world to see And to the world like a perpetual fire it flares and glows never to tire prevailing past the wars hate and crime the creek remains until the end of time The morning bird wings again before me Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way To some other secluded haven to stay.