ContemplationA Poem by Emily BOne day when you find yourself in hills of tall trees and whispered secrets, Believe in the glories of nature and you can sit and watch trees bloom-- tiny green buds a hill or two away.
When you've seen enough of the sky, regard the tiny ant in his race against time
Listen to the sounds carried on the wind rhythms and melodies unrivalled in a too noisy world.
And when you've tired of sitting, walk along through the trees and the brush and discover the leafy-forgotten flowers and ferns in the undergrowth each perfect and lovely in its own reticent way.
And when you've done with walking and dreaming, fly away home on wings of rapture, the wonders of the hills will be there waiting for you when you find your soul again in need of refreshment.
Next time that I go to surround myself with grass and rocks and trees I'll remember to take you with me.
© 2009 Emily BAuthor's Note
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