© Colin F. Gload
Light reflecting, in my eye,
Cloudless blue of august sky,
Shadows lurk in nature's womb,
I'll take this place to my tomb.
Morning wakening, air crisp,
A welcoming breeze, nature's breath,
An inward battle, self a test.
Tranquil freedom, warming calm,
A creative spec, of gods own palm,
Gone untouched, nearly unknown,
Those who see a place as such,
Can understand, it’s more to touch.
We bring purpose, reason to go,
Return with peace, nothing to show,
Like a mouse in a field, lost astray,
I continue my journey, alone on my way.