woke up to the chirping of sparrows
from a night tossed in sweet sorrow
often the blinding pain paves the way
perceptions for many a brighter day

stood watching through the window
the call of the whispering willow
the majestic verdant hills at bay
reminiscent of many a good yesterday

beckoned, I am tempted to follow
the crisp breath of air to wallow
a spring in my step, make my way
the allure of nature has much to say

come to me with no thought of tomorrow
drink in my magic, your pain you swallow
my creations, a muse will make you gay
lessons to learn for a brighter day.

at the break of this fresh new dawn
my feet took me over beautiful hills
carpeted by lush green, dew topped grass
a cushioning for life from the spawn

as my eyes scanned the landscape
a mushroom of rocks spoke it’s own story
of inevitable obstacles that make or break
to veer or overcome, thus making our history

wild flowers adorning the edges, abound
nodded in brilliant display and said to me
we perched ourselves by these hard mounds
to lighten your spirits and set you free

the gentle slope of the tree specked hills
spoke of some tire, to be met with sojourns
as the dense woods beckon from beyond
leading me on to a few more frills

not for a moment made to feel small
by the sun dappled solemn pines
with the sweet wooded scent of pine corns
braving every season and standing tall

weaving my way through the trees
spoke of one’s journey through the maze
this way or that, but in measured steps
paths of discovery that wipe the haze

my walk led me on to a shimmering stream
the gentle ripple of water over rocks and pebbles
softly urges me on to follow my dreams
in pursuit of one’s life through nature’s calls.