One Summer's Day

One summer's day
the forest grew fingers
to pull my heart into its serenity.

I followed the narrow dirt path
that snaked its way
between the pillars of evergreen,
towards the lake with its glassy calm face.

Scent of pine filled my lungs,
swept through my senses
with its own quiet peace.

Branches bending low
let the Kelly green needles brush me face
as I let my fingers touch the bark
and feel the occasionally stickiness
when brown sap would cling to my skin.

A squirrel climb a trunk towards a knot hole
holding a pine nut in its mouth,
looked at me for a second
before disappearing.

Birds in the shadows of the tree's spreading umbrella
sung their Nature's serenade.
Which gave my feet notes as cadence
while strolling closer to the watery edge.

Overhead the sky's turquoise canvas
gave me its fire as life's delight
to sample this feast in scenic sojourn.

Emeralds blades of grass
created its vivid mantle upon the soil,
interrupted by protrusions
from broken limbs that were severed during storms.

Reaching the shore as morning greets me
by a kiss of crisp mountain air,
tomorrow may be filled with savages of fret,
but at the moment I only see angels
in the place that is today's heaven.