Wild Cape Photography
The heavens streamed through the morning sky,
As I yearn for times gone by,
When the hearts delight sang like a lullaby.
And with simple whimsy, I stood before the amber sky,
With a tear building in my inward eye,
Dreaming of a simpler time,
When I stood before the world sublime,
Yearning to reverse the time.
Then I snapped back to the present morn’,
Trying not to be forlorn,
Looking to be reborn.
The crisp Autumn air,
Danced across my skin with velveteen flair,
Angry clouds rustled the pastel sky,
As my mind wandered to times gone by.
I thought of autumn evenings just like this,
Those who marveled at them in bucolic bliss,
I thought, why any would want to cause it to go amiss?
Only one word shot into my mind,
almighty progress with her iron fist,
Crushing all that is gentle, charming, and good,
Churning bucolic farms,
With fields, lakes, and wood,
To concrete, steel, and soot.
Then I looked out over the fields sublime,
And thought there must be something divine,
That crafted this beauty before all time.
Going on my way,
I could swear I heard the trees say,
That there is the breath in every sway.
The pine trees soared through the air,
Indeed, there was something special there,
A place where no beauty could God spare.
From summer’s clean, crisp morning air,
To winters cutting icy glare,
Glistening like a jewel, so very rare.
I know not if I will make it back to this place,
Where mountains rise with gentle grace,
Somewhere out of time and space.
If I do make it to that land,
Where only beauty may stand,
I hope I will be humble toward it so very grand.
A golden hue clung to the sweet summer air,
I could not say how long my feathered friend was there,
With brown wings and fierce eyes, all I could do was stare.
His power and grace made me think,
Of Nature’s immortal link,
That binds us even as we stand on the brink.
And as he soared off toward the setting sun,
I felt a hope deep inside me run,
A feeling that something had just begun.