Trees glistening with freshly fallen rain,
As the evening sun makes it way through the ominous clouds,
The waves of the bay dance in glee,
As a red breasted merganser floats in the distance,
Evenings in Maine can only be described as beauty itself.
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.
Gentle as the rain,
Powerful as a waterfall,
Nature’s power is endless.
A seemingly unstoppable force,
In times of chaos,
Nature is the constant guiding us through.
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.
