When My Soul Reaches the Top of These Pines
When my soul reaches the top of these pines,
A lofty perch where serenity aligns,
I'll breathe in the whispers of the ancient trees,
And embrace the freedom carried on the breeze.
The pines, guardians of wisdom and grace,
Stand tall, their branches reaching into space,
As I ascend, I'll leave the world behind,
Finding solace in the tranquility I find.
From the summit, I'll gaze upon the land,
A vista stretching far, like an artist's hand,
Mountains and valleys painted with hues,
Nature's masterpiece, forever in view.
With each step upward, my spirit ascends,
The worries and burdens, the chaos it mends,
For in the embrace of these towering pines,
My soul finds solace, where peace intertwines.
At the top, I'll surrender to the embrace,
Of nature's cathedral, a sacred space,
And there, I'll commune with the heavens above,
Reveling in the wonder, the boundless love.
The pines will whisper their ancient songs,
As I listen, my heart and soul belong,
To the harmonies of nature's grand design,
A symphony of peace, where dreams intertwine.
When my soul reaches the top of these pines,
I'll find a haven where joy intertwines,
With nature's embrace, my spirit set free,
Basking in the beauty of pure serenity.
And as I descend, back to earthly ground,
The wisdom and peace in my heart will resound,
For the pines have taught me, in their gentle sway,
That nature's embrace can guide us on our way.
So, let my soul reach the top of these pines,
And in their presence, find peace that aligns,
With the rhythm of life, the essence divine,
As nature's grace within my spirit shines.
Regenerate
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2023
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