From a hammock in the forest
My tired body sunk into a hammock
High on a mountain where trees grow
Where grass feels free to scale high
Where fallen leaves roam at ease
Sunlight came in selective bursts
The branches wouldn’t let them all pass
I received what I needed though
Enough to show me the long lines
In the stillness, silence came by
No holds barred, she motioned,
No strings attached, she hushed,
Take it all, you need it, she nudged
I soaked in the moment’s beauty
When wind turned the pages,
And the trees shed a tear or two
Of yellowed leaves falling gently
The green rustled and ruffled,
Like youth crying for attention
The browned ones danced about
While the wind held their hands
I wished that moment wouldn’t arrive,
But go on forever and ever rather
The joy of life is to go on traveling
Waiting for the best moment to arrive
(Image courtesy: In the HAMMOCK by Martta Maria WENDELIN (Artist. Finland, 1893-1986) … © Martta Wendelin art museum; Tuusula, Finland … Young girl READING outdoors)
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