At the end of the road I look out over the valley
Staring off into the bluish haze of hills I feel small
The sun behind, the moon in front
How beautiful
The sky dances with color and power
Clouds slowly grace me with images of many
Thoughts of the past and the future float away with the drifting images
I feel empowered, higher than life
I look out over the field, grass swaying
The breeze effortlessly bends the green blades
They show ease and strength
I listen to the sounds of the various birds
With arms open they welcome the breeze
Dancing in its movements they demonstrate grace
Their sounds echo peace and harmony
Higher above a much larger bird keeps his arms open
He watches my movements and his surroundings
Without fear he keeps his arms to the wind and glides
With one of nature’s soldiers watching I walk through the field
I stop at the edge of a small pond
Looking into the edge of this liquid body I see my reflection
I watch the blues and whites of the sky; my guide is still with me
The water ripples with life underneath
When the air shifts the water follows
Like scales it pushes against its limits
I continue to walk up a slight hill
Passing some trees and rocks
The trees tell stories
The talk amongst themselves
I wonder what they’d say if I could understand
A lesson incomparable to any book I’m sure
At a low stonewall I stop and turn around
I look back out over the pond, the field and the tinted hills
I respectfully look to the top of the sheltering trees
I remember my past and think of my future
The sky takes my dreams, the trees remember them and my spirit ensures it
jaKe 