Goldfinch60

Reflections.

I walk slowly and silently through the wood

The trees around me,

Each with their own story to tell.

I come to the great oak,

Look up through its branches,

Its leaves almost hiding the sky

But the light shone though,

Lighting the way through the wood,

Lighting the way through life.

I leave the oak behind and moved forward,

The trees parted into a clearing

Where a lake was living,

Living to give life to others.

I sat and looked,

The surface was like a mirror,

The occasional ring of circles

Flowing ever outward,

Ever outward into nothingness,

The water still once more.

I looked at this mirror,

Saw images of white,

As the occasional cloud drifted by.

The reflections of the trees

Undistinguishable from the real,

So still in their beauty.

In my quietness I heard nature

Increasing the light within me

As the symphony played around me.

The animals came to refresh their lives,

The life-giving water there for them.

Their reflections mirror images

As they drank from the water,

Accepting me as part of nature’s realm

As I sat their peacefully,

Reflecting on the beauty of my life,

The beauty of my life all around me.