Nature's Grace
The ink flows out of my finger tips
With long high arches and low reaching dips
Upon the page the words do dance
Like silvery horses set to prance
The words cascade from my heart and head
And they flow all over the sitting bed
And the words swirl down in patterns tight
And they grace the strings of the sinking light
Along the road, the words do flow
With the sunshine sinking low
And suddenly the words did stop
And I stood and watched the sunshine drop
And as the world turned day to night
And I stood inside the sinking light
I felt a grace I’d never known
And I saw a forest overgrown
And as I walked among the trees
My hair moved around in the elegant breeze
And my eyes welled up with tears of blue
And the dirt seeped into my worn out shoes
The world closed in as I sat down
And put my hands on the freezing ground
I was overcome with such serene peace
And suddenly, the wind did cease
And I saw the world as clear as day
And my walls all gave way
And the rhythmic words began to form
Like a hug that made me feel all warm
The barrier lay broken at my feet
Inside my body my heart did beat
And I was overcome by the words around
In the forest, I could hear them sound
I threw my arms wide and I began to run
And I beamed as wide as the shining sun
A laugh fluttered out of my lips
And I came to a valley where the land dips
And I watched as the trees began to fade away
The bows of all of them began to sway
I sat down once more in the dirt and grass
And the world turned from green to brass
The words flowed back up into the bed
They raced along and into my head
With a sudden jolt, I grabbed a pen
With my mind still sitting in the glen
With the image in mind I found a new light
And dancing on the leaves, my words took flight
The rhythms and beats all intertwined
And my heart had blossomed into one that is kind
The forest walk had opened my eyes
The clouds had parted to blue eyes
And for the first time, my fingertips moved
And cemented on the page, like a rebel unmoved
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