Yesterday, Bret and I spent the afternoon with some local writers in the woods. A community non-profit teaching garden hosted the poetry workshop, and this poem is my end result.
The wind sings the best songs as the woods come to life
It whispers through the leaves like the light sway of a breeze on a bridal veil
Giant leaves adorn the ground - as if telling a story of seasons gone by - much like chapters of a life well-lived, though now discarded, made alive only in the memories and legacy for the next generation
A small hummingbird searches the canopy above for nectar, flying quickly to the safety of the trees from its curious escapade
The trees are not a congregation worshipping their Creator
Still, my spirit can see none other
My body is at peace - my thoughts illuminated like the light peeking through the leaves above
Suddenly, the light shines through.
There are no obligations.
There are no distractions.
There are no walls.
Here, as the fresh cool air runs through the trees, I hear the birdsong, I see the beauty, and my mind Rests from the cares of the world
Here, peace finds me. In Nature we are Complete
And the wind waves gently, as if to tell the secrets of peace that it held all along
~Bethany
Journey Into Freedom 