Haven
The silence is only interrupted softly,
Branches rattling like bones from trees.
The wind rampages the landscape,
Over the rocks, through the faded leaves of grass.
The tainted hues of green and brown mix
Together in the most beautiful way.
The sun beams silently through the trees,
Reflecting on the water lapping at the bottom of the hill.
In the distance there are rolling hills following the water’s
edge.
Dark mud covers the shore that has lived there so long.
From the top of this hill, it all crashes down like a
waterfall
Composed of other elements, dragging itself into the murky
lake water.
In its depth, the water reflects the sunlight against the
nearly barren surroundings,
Dropping dots of pure light against the shadows beneath the
trees.
Ripples of movement through the air come from the wind.
Leaves, dust and flower petals float across the sky in a
multitude of colors.
There are small red birds, cardinals resting on an old
fence.
They sing to each other with the most beautiful words hidden
behind their foreign skin.
With every movement it becomes clearer.
Living and dead, purple or red, a connection still stays.
What is the connection from a plant to a bird?
It is the unspoken agreement, the truth goes unheard.
A circle remains unbroken by most
Simple creatures following the path of life, ever changing.
The bushes and trees rustle in agreement with the wind.
Birds fly and make their nests. Bees buzz a rumble within
their chests.
Today the sun shines and clouds escape the sky, retreating
to other lands.
The soft warmth and peaceful harmony in this place, serenity,
this is my haven.
All things connect, that’s what I have heard since birth.
Now I see it in the golden springing flowers to the bees.
One cannot be without the other, no beauty self-sustained.
Why must humans so much try to change?
