Source:travel-story
A beautiful fall day.
A pebbled path through the red.
I’ve come outside to play.
Fantasies flow through my head.
The leaves glitter red
Until the day turns dark.
I’m safe in my bed,
A red swirl in the park.
Rain pelts the park.
The wind cackles.
I flee in the dark
On raised hackles.
The path is gone.
Night has come too soon.
The path is gone,
Lost in the full moon.
Green, blue, and pink.
Red for the sparkling eyes.
A little orange at its toes.
A blue belly for laughs.
A green body for hiding.
Colors of the rainbow.
Colors of love.
Colors of life.
I reach for it.
I clench my fist.
I can’t grasp it.
It flows through my fingers.
It can’t be stopped.
I drop my hand,
and bow my head to it.
I will fight.
Fight the hunters.
Fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Free as the wind.
Man will tame me.
I was born free.
I will die free.
The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
The tree appears dark and looming.
It could use some proper grooming.
I want to take a walk between its legs,
growing tall from the ground like giant pegs.
By its rules, we must strictly abide.
Imagine the secrets it must hide.
Come walk with me in its dark shade.
Through the fallen leaves we will wade.
A canopy of leaves above our heads
As we fall asleep in our leafy beds.
Inhale.
Hold it.
Exhale.
We must not forget
to stop, take a breath,
and breathe.
Antennas search for sound
as wings take flight.
It leaves too soon
on the puff of a breeze.
For one precious moment,
you held life in your hand.
A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
