…Whenever I’m down
I cling to the sound…
….Of silence…I find…..in the woods
Where….piece of mind
……..Returns in kind
A spiritual solace….I’ve long….understood
…When in search of……transition
Body and soul’s….intuition….
Vagaries of life and living….had paid a price
…..My burdens though heavy
The torrents….a bevy….
Hoping…my walk through the woods…might suffice
….Casting…out demons
Spiritually redeeming…
Being with nature….simply but parent and child
…..There pondering my woes
Accumulated in droves…….
…..Alone….with my thoughts…for awhile
By the hand….it took me
The moment it shook me….
Reawakening…that brilliance inside
The treasure’s
…..But a measure
That intensity of pleasure…decidedly along…for the ride
Thus….piece of mind
……..Returning in kind
A spiritual solace….I’ve long….understood
…Whenever I’m down
I cling to the sound…
….Of silence…I find…..in the woods
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