Nature Photography Nature Poetry

Through the Lonesome Pines

The sun beamed down through the lonesome pine,
Something in the air was deep and sublime,
Singing from the waves as old as time.

It was a sweet song of old,
About love, beauty, and things untold,
Sometimes stern but never a scold.

As that old bay churned and ached,
I could feel some deep truth each time it quaked,
The flowing of water made the world shake.

As the day turned to night,
And the fruit bats took flight,
I could still see those waves dancing in the moonlight.

They spoke of things unseen,
Hopes, dreams, and everything in between,
Churning forever in natures, living dream.