08-07-2014, 07:38 AM
Scenery of Solitude
Walking slowly on an over grown trail,
the path below me degrades.
I stop my foot steps and notice a gale
blowing my shirt in the shade.
Beneath the pine I ponder.
Where will the wind take me next?
Will I make it to the summit further,
or a valley under the mountains crest?
Looking around I notice the path.
Hiding amongst a grove of trees,
like the chapel doors to mass.
It will bring me to my knees.
A breath with each step I notice
a peaceful calm stirring inside.
When I get to the peak I realize.
What I climbed so high to see,
an image of myself I fantasize.
The scenery of solitude encompassing me.
Walking slowly on an over grown trail,
the path below me degrades.
I stop my foot steps and notice a gale
blowing my shirt in the shade.
Beneath the pine I ponder.
Where will the wind take me next?
Will I make it to the summit further,
or a valley under the mountains crest?
Looking around I notice the path.
Hiding amongst a grove of trees,
like the chapel doors to mass.
It will bring me to my knees.
A breath with each step I notice
a peaceful calm stirring inside.
When I get to the peak I realize.
What I climbed so high to see,
an image of myself I fantasize.
The scenery of solitude encompassing me.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx