Strolling down a path that winds through my soul
Over the bridge where my sorrows run deep below
Listening as the wind rustles through the tree tops
Speaking softly of lessons lived and wisdom gained
The leafs swirl up in a dance, a celebration
A joyous recognition of how far this journey has come
Sunlight warming the way, shining brightly
Illuminating hidden forks waiting to be explored
While the shadows hold quiet, shrouding secrets
Allowing only a glimpse of jewels waiting for discovery
Wandering this trail a respite from the toil and strife
The spirit recharges, breathing in the essence of life
Now ready to face the hills ahead
by Red
4 comments:
The spirit recharges, I like this.
TJ
Red, this is a favorite of mine. Reminds me of Frost. You should be really proud!
V
I thought throughout this must be the source and substance of "energy!" Climb up threw and around, but forever forward :)
Great stuff!
Ayn and all
Our thought's on this seem similar, but yours flows effortlessly! Great job!
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