Morning Song

Birdsong punctuates
the cool morning air
as long tree shadows
meet the sun advancing
upon the dewy grass
Deeply breathing in
the pine-scented air
I am filled
with peace and joy
at nature's wonder
Bare my soul to this
Let my heart sing
Holding this moment close
to retrieve in hard times.

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HikingMan · 51-55, M

The winter of my words repented
The Spring and Summer of which
Have both relented
Another well sprung wishing well
Felled by things that supplemented.

Yet here these waters run so dry
Another long last tear: Now cried
Another set of wishes; Died
Another path of walking; Tried

In all the millions of things I see
I wonder when I shall be free
Of these things assaulting me
I still burn for all eternity

And though these chains feel ever-tight
I stand upon another blight
My moon shall set before the light
And I shall burn
Because that's what's right.

Thanks,
The Snowdog