He sits quietly watching,
Breathing in the silence like the morning breeze,
His eyes dart from point to point,
The moment comes, and he breaks,
Like a small white and gray bullet, he takes the sky,
Landing on the feeder’s edge to take a seed.
Then he pauses for a beat,
Basking in the newborn light,
Perhaps feeling life in all its complex beauty,
Before swiftly disappearing into the morning mist.
The sun cascaded down the mountainside like an eternal waterfall,
Soft golden light shimmered against the hazy green of the trees below,
Eagles soared overhead letting out a bellowing call.
Nature, in all her grandeur putting on a show,
These moments are glimpses of divine peacefulness,
Which feed the soul and flow endlessly,
Like sunlight over the mountains.
A cool river rushes on through the lush green forest,
Little streams of light break through the clouds,
Kissing the top of the water.
A Trout rises, and it too is kissed by the light,
Its rainbow scales shimmering as it falls back under the surface,
Then darting on downstream like a burst of lightning under the surface.
Birch and Ash trees take to the sky like giants,
Seemingly ever-rising in search of the sun,
There is a gentle peace that floats on the summer breeze,
Tickling the wildflowers as it passes by.
The winds of change will always blow,
But there is permanence to a Lake,
Every year the birds will arrive from southern shores,
The fish will swim about,
And life will continue to blossom.
Despite the changing faces,
The lake will remain,
Wind rippling across the surface,
Flowing on eternally.