In to the woods…


In to the woods dark green and deep
A solitary traveller I have been
Finding peace in wilder things
Finding contentment in the breeze
Stumble across a glittery stream
Nor shallow nor deep, Nor blue nor green
Rippling in the rays of heat
Grappling the rocks, the pebbles
Flowing through the sticks, the stones
Dazzling flecks of diamond
At dusk.
At noon.
The mumble of the humming birds
The buzzing of the nimble bees
The chatter of the running stream
Defies the rustle of the nearby trees
I listen, I wonder
Perhaps heaven sounds the same…

– Sahara


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