My Restless Spirit
My sorrowful spirit rose high above the rainbow,
higher yet, until it reached the snowy peaks
of the ragged mountain.
It was cold there,
though above the severe sun blazed hard.
Here and there rivulets tumbled roughly
down the mountainsides,
and occasionally
meet to form a river
that cascaded downwards
towards the high cliff beneath the hills.
The icy waters fell towards the crags,
forming a waterfall
of freshwater, producing
a constant melody
as the waters hit the plain,
forming a delightful and narrow lake.
Birds above twittered delightfully,
a serene sight and sound that pleased my sad spirit.
Tall verdant pines exuded delightful fragrance.
How I wish I could stay there forever.
But my tired body beckoned
and my spirit returned to my lonesome solitary bed.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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