We are built upon foundations
peace and harmony set piece by piece,
created ventures stacked
we become the image of
the beauty that surrounds.
Who doesn’t love a meadow
or a stone wall reminiscent
of long ago writers whose words filled
the heart of a child who dreams.
In life we find so little remembered,
yet the words borne in the mind grow
like fertile seeds blossoming
into beautiful trees that give
life and home and shade
on summer days,
and a place to sit beneath
resting in hammocks and finding
the quiet peace we crave.
Our solitude keeps hearts beating strong
and a sound of birdsong on the wind
carries us into the sleep of dreaming
and seeing the universe
through closed and calm eyes,
we write our words
so that others may hear
the voice of a thousand years
lives in the soul of all.
For some reason, I keep visualizing a stone wall that holds a forest at bay and separates it from the thousand wildflowers that grow in a meadow, birds flit about and it is spring….Robert Frost comes to mind and words I learned as a child….and perhaps the path that leads through it all is the one less traveled. Just a thought. Peace and love and off to work my friends, have a beautiful day filled with abundance and laughter.