There’s a place not far from here; I know it well.

Where stillness lay upon a field of softened green, and the morning light ushers a peace within.

High atop the Red Maple, a songbird swoons; “look at the day, look at the day!” While below, the yellow orb spider toils delicately at her loom.

There’s a place not far from here; I know it well.

Where crystalline stream wraps the aimlessness of ‘root’, and the speckled fawn dare not challenge this fleeting grace.

Beyond the hills, a heron rests; captivated by the boundlessness of evergreen cast in mirrored ‘glass’.

Though the body may tire through wearied pace, rest assured…

The restless heart shall know its place.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️