Retreat
A canopy of grandfather oak branches and green leaves
sways between your brilliant Sun and I,
It’s tattered, blanket of shade moving on your grass,
so inviting .. I just can’t pass it by.
I’m busy with much ado about nothing really,
Can we just talk here for a while?
Let me lay here in your creation and rest,
in the midst of this worldly trial.
Help me to be still and listen for just a bit
to maybe hear you in your gentle breeze,
while I lie on your ancient earth,
in your green grass, neath your leafy trees…
What lovely, peaceful expressions; so near.
Thank you my Maker, for bringing me here...
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