Sunday, September 30, 2012

Recreate

I drift through the woods
Plain sight path before me
A wind echoes along the boughs
Throwing coloured leaves to the ground
I come to a halt in a clearing
Close my arms, take in a breath,
And stretch out my arms to feel the force
Of nature around me
I feel the energy of the forest
Whispers of promise
That though it may be time to sleep
The duration will be brief
Scant months away
The cycle will renew
New life feeds off of the old
A new beauty to behold

September 30, 2012

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