Pic Nics

Walking where only birds have sound,

between the boughs of piney limbs,

is to disappear into nature’s serene hollow,

far from the cold steel surfaces

where one can gain an intense appreciation

for the beauty and paradise

woven across Mother Earth’s vast quilt.

 

In forest refuge with its crisp clean air,

strolling through the wooded surroundings

rich in embellished emerald foliage,

the spirit is soothed by its calming quiet

as one snacks on the scenic feast,

allowing it to bring a rushing flow of peace.

 

Happily savoring the tranquility

while willingly becoming lost

in the pure majesty’s magic,

and for a little while

life becomes a song,

a serenade of joy and discovery

resounding in the heart,

left free of the burdens on the mind

finding reason again

to celebrate the miracle of being.