It's reflective, as is the poem that accompanies it.
It's beautiful, in her own unique style, pulling you in, sharing her search for peace; feeling relief that she finds a place of refuge from daily trials.
Do ya hear the winds as they mourn at night
soft cries whistlin’ through the trees?
I sat tormented in darkness ‘n listened
as stars became candlelight.
She wrapped me in her branchin’ arms
‘n whispered to my heart
dry yer eyes, it’s there fer one who truly believes.
I did thus ‘n became unburdened
the cage door’d swung free.
It t’weren’t long though that I craved the sounds of water flowin’ gently, the shade beneath a tree. Dappled sunlight as it’d dance among high leaves, caressin’ the shadows like a long lost love. Vines that grew ‘n twisted, blossoms hangin’ precariously.
The task was set, a pond was dug, saplin’s scattered ‘bout in rough fashion. No perfection in nature, no true lines. I sat ‘bout replicatin’ my “happy place” ‘n with the aid of the hubs it grew.
Tended with lovin’ care ‘n a dream, we watched ‘n waited as things came ‘bout an 't weren’t that many years ‘n the vision of a sanctuary turned to reality. I can’t see it from the road, ‘cept the tops of trees that now stand proud ‘n true. It’s a place of comfort ‘n delight. A healin’ place fer those with need.
In times of great sorrows, I run to Mother Nature to seek her comfort. She gently reminds me of the cycle of life, the need to push past the pain ‘n conquer my demons. That life is not always fair - not just in our eyes, but simply meant to be.
Mother Nature’s artful tapestry colors my world ‘n lifts my spirits. Simple pleasures ‘n the humble knowledge that life will continue the cycle. Great loves, great losses, they come to all.
I watch in quiet wonder when my heart aches, listenin’ to the songs of birds, watchin’ ‘em as they go ‘bout their day. Critters scurryin’ to ‘n fro, in search of basic necessities. From season to season, there’s magical beauty abounding. Lush flowers bloom with vibrant hues of crimsons, azure blues, lemon yellows, deep purples, fiery oranges ‘n more. I chase butterflies with stained glass wings. I observe all who come to visit ‘n marvel at their resilience. A renewed strength gained by their bein’.
Not to be closed off from Her, a wall of windows exists. A near 60 foot vista greets me ev’ry day. When I’m not physically able, I can still seek the comfort of her great bounties. Cottontails, both plant ‘n critter, enchantment with their quiet movements. Calico colored fish can be observed as they swim ‘n dine. Birds flitter to’n fro, drinkin’ ‘n bathin’ in the waterfall. I watch as they battle storms ‘n seek shelter among the trees.
Brilliant blue skies abound. We’re blessed most days with artistically painted skies from the dawnin’ of the sun ‘til it ducks below the horizon. Vast hues of deep purples, sultry pinks, angry blacks, wild orange with cream. I lose myself in the beauty, my heart lightens. Tortured soul set free.
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