(Picture taken by me at Point Pelee National Park)
I wandered down the northwest trail
Where tiny purple flowers exhaled
On top of lithe bright green stems
My spirit found a quiet content
A mystical tree twirled ,and delighted
I looked to the top where a black bird resided
Its song was sweet like honey on my tongue
I closed my eyes and captured the hum
A rustling came from under fresh leaves
Somewhere amongst the flowering weeds
I smiled, knowing I wasn’t alone
A snake or toad had followed along
I led the march further down
The shuffling of dirt, pebbles, and stones
Gave sound to the beat of my steady pace
The sun broke through and touched my face
Is this the mark of a religous act?
Nature leaving my soul intact?
I hereby worship the greens and blues
And give thanks at the alter of my almighty muse
(more Point Pelee photos taken by me)
what a beautiful day it was…