Atlas Stands My Sentinel....

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Limbs stretch to sieze the sun,

Earth-Bound boughs, catch the moon.

Roots dig deep and embrace the Earth.

Silently trunks stand as Atlas.

 

To hold up the sky.

A blue ceiling.

Framing this ancient grove.

Cast among the wood.

 

Webs stand betwixt spun,

Kaleidoscope afternoon,

Fire through the trees.

Alight on my skin.

 

Birds flit from pillar to pillar.

Amid the echoes of the Voice.

Symphony of life,

A moment here, devoid of stife.

 

Crunch of the the leaves,

Snap of the twigs.

Warmth of the sun, 

Coolness of the Breeze.

Caressing my senses in this moment.

 

Breath deep and taste the solitude.

Alone in the wood,

For a moment there I stood.

In rapture of that laid bare before.

 

Blind my sight,

Here man and nature reunite.

Break me down,

It's been a while since I was last around.

 

Welcoming embrace,

Thoughts you do displace.

It matters not where they lie.

From my mind they shall fly.

 

Amongst the grasses,

Time unmeasured passes.

A sea of wheat,

The wind stirs a settled fleet.

Sets adrift the expolores.

From the Dandelion it pours.

 

Streams bounded by air,

Eddies and ebbs.

Once again caught in their webs.

So now I am back to there.

 

At Atlast I stare.

On a night, oh so fair.

Willed to stay as they groan their loss.

Woven through the leaves and moss.

A cry to stay.

Lay down, in the soft clay.

 

One fay we all will.

Drink deep and take our fill.

Nature in full.

Still we feel its pull.

 

 

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