A mist hangs over the morning like a curtain of white, The cool air rolls across my skin, Bluebirds twirl in the air above my head, A feeling of joy overtakes me, As I move deliberately toward the rolling river.
The white-capped river churns with a newness, Refreshed by rains of the night before, It roars as if announcing its rebirth, The mist bounces off its waves, With an energy that fills the air around it.
This morning I am like the river, Refreshed born anew and looking toward the horizon, Roaring with energy, Ready for a new beginning.
The gentle morning breeze ruffled the tops of the barren trees, Cold Winter air filled the sky, But on this day, life was filled with a sort of ease, On I marched, crunching through leaves and letting out a gentle sigh.
I reached the end of the path, And went to turn back, Then out of the blue shot a goose filled with turbid wrath, He wailed at me for what seemed a day and compassion he seemed to lack.
My gentle ease from the winter breeze was gone in a flash, Knowing full well the nipping I was in for; I took off in a dash, Amid my jaunt, I lost an icy step and fell into the lake with a splash.
I swam to the shore; the beast was gone, And I let out a much-needed laugh, The sun began to rise, and I delighted in the sight of the dawn, I watched the pink hue from the newborn sun and forgot all about my gaffe, Nature in her beauty even graced me with the presence of a floating swan, Finally, I began my way back heart filled but body in much need of a bath.
A crisp breeze dances off the branches of the mighty ash, A cool breath from the heavens above, Descending down to the rushing river below, Cooling the tempers of the passers-by.
Where they have come from, passions soar, Like a hot August day, Overripe with the heat of summer, As they walk, that feeling fades, And the fresh breeze of autumn takes hold, That cool cleansing clarity overtakes them, And they follow the river as it rushes on.
The forest teemed with life as we elevated further into the dense wilderness. Golden Eagles and Osprey soared above the canopy while red squirrels and chipmunks darted between the vegetation on the forest floor. As we climbed, the sweet smell of pine and birch trees drifted gently upon us. In the distance, the azure sky began to cloud, and golden beams of heavenly light descended from above. We climbed each step, becoming heavier on the legs and lungs as we hurled ourselves up the mountainside. Upon reaching the precipice, I strayed from my party and stood alone atop the mountain as I looked down at the mighty sea, endless forest, and soaring birds and found new meaning to the word peace. As we descended, the clouds turned a cream color as that light began to fade, and I observed that perhaps the path to oneself could be found in a forest wilderness.