Saturday, August 4, 2012

Beauty Walks (a poem I wrote several years ago)

Beauty
Walks gently
Inhaling
The delicious scent of the forest.
Gathering
The drops of pearl that blossomed
Safely
Guarded by the majesty of the mountain itself
Wrapped
In the comforting shelter of the trees.
Sitting
Very still and very quiet
Hesitant
To move, for the dream might end.
Timid
To speak, for the sound would shatter the serine and beautiful silence.
Afraid
To exhale for the movement of air is enough to scatter the birds from the trees.
Watching
The dawn unfold in glowing brilliance
Marveling
In awe and wonder, so as not to disrupt the magic.