When the sun is setting, with day's end, glow

and our spirit, is satisfied, with all that we, know

When the last ripple, has

Forty Watt Bulb

A Calming Beauty

I stand overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains
its beauty abounds for miles
it's as though the mountains reach

The calm of the breeze envelops me,

Caressing my shoulders and tickling my neck.

It calls me forward through time and

Nature

The gentle breeze

Sings its lullaby

Caressing my skin

And relaxing my body.

The bubbling brook

Drowns out the world

Carrying