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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just reflecting again. The picture is a reflection from My River.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, Accidental Poet
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Comments4
A fine write and journey Gold. Believers will know the River of Life in eternity. I expect it will be something like your River, only slightly better - or exceedingly greater!
Thank you Orchi, My Spirit and My River flow as one.
Gold,
Such a beautiful and
peaceful write! When
we connect with nature,
the light always shines
through! A beautiful
journey indeed! Thank
you for sharing your
vision!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, much appreciated.
Long may you live nature's beautiful son.
Thank you AP, I hope to be with nature for a very long time.
And I have no doubt you will be Andy.
Beautiful imagery - I could be there with my easel - oh happy days - great write.
I have seen artist with their easels by My River, it is such a delight to see people putting nature onto canvas.
Thank you Michael.
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