A Safe Haven
It is quieteverything is still
the nights sounds have
drifted off into
nothingness.
The colors of the world
are dull
from the dew
covering the
gentle blades of grass
and the wispy leaves of the
tall oak trees;
a thick blanket of
morning.
The meadow silently waits.
The air becomes
still,
holding its
breath,
searching.
Suddenly the sky
bursts into flame
the ground is illuminated
the colors of the giant
peach sky
give the world a
natural glow.
The meadow erupts
with life.
Sounds echo through the
dark woods of
trees yet to be
kissed by the
morning brilliance.
The air begins to pick up its pace
in excitement
for the coming day.
Warmth slowly
makes its descent
to the moist nature.
The dew slowly drips
down the pale leaves, till
finally they
drop to the ground.
It is in this time that all
pretense and
prejudices are
forgotten.
All the past grievances are
let go.
All the agony of the world
finally relinquished,
even if only for a
moment.
It is in this time that the true beauty and
brilliance of the world
is shown in its
true form
where nature becomes
the embodiment of
perfect harmony and
peace
Poetry by decathitator
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Written on 2008-12-08 at 04:44
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