To Rest
The soft splayed light of morning
drifts through the tall shadowy pines
that stand like solemn soldiers
along a weathered path
time has worn into a twisting ribbon
from dead brown pine needles
A mist rises slowly with the sun, bearing gifts
of tall stemmed flowers drenched in dew
trapped between the roots of trees
which stretch out like large fingers grasping the soft soil
The only sounds are my footsteps
and the distant cry of an eagle
which cracks the silence as I walk along
wandering on a wondrous path
of silent offerings dressed in perfect beauty
This time woven path leads me to twin waterfalls
pouring down gray rocks stained with green moss
Two glorious liquid streams of perpetual motion
open my eyes to the peaceful soul of Nature
where I become lost in a sense of serenity
as I sit among the rocks of timeless beauty
and quietly ponder in a Garden of Eden
11/14/21
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