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