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.
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.
A whip-poor-will calls out in the distance,
The wind blows strong over the placid lake,
Daffodils gleefully dance on the shore.
Even in the midst of the world’s chaos,
With the waves of calamity everywhere,
There still time for the serenity of a summer day.
The gentle shivers of leaves catching the wind,
Soft light raining through the branches,
The smooth call of a Nuthatch,
The roaring sound of a rushing waterfall
Mornings in a forest,
A cool gentle breeze glistening over my skin,
The sweet smell of the trees,
And soft buzzing of a carpenter bee.
I am rejuvenated through nature’s beauty,
With each Gray Catbird swooping through the air,
My soul breaking through the noise,
And finding clarity in the gentle morning of a new day.