My eyes are filled with trees of gold
With shining, rippling water
A vibrant view that pleases all my senses
Here, I am alive, almost euphoric
Breathing . . .
My eyes are filled with trees of gold
With shining, rippling water
A vibrant view that pleases all my senses
Here, I am alive, almost euphoric
Breathing . . .
Broken by the storm
branches bent with silent grief
hold their beauty yet.
Trees lean together
gently shaking leaves murmur –
quiet companions.