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Created on: December 02, 2008
A Calming Beauty
I stand overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains
its beauty abounds for miles
it's as though the mountains reach into the sky.
In the far-off distant a patch of smoke
circles the mountain like a hand reaching out to Heaven.
An eagle soars dipping like a fighter jet
performing stunts for a crowd...
looking for applauds and praises.
Miles away houses like dots on a green carpet
I lie on the mountain side...
forgetting everything as I absorb the beauty.
A calmness seeps through my soul
grants me shear Utopia...
gusts of air sweeps low to muss my hair
leaves a cool shiver running up my spine.
I inhale the currents to nourish and refuel my body.
I see a wild turkey in the distance...
searching for food along the tree trunks.
His big chest looks like it will burst any time...
like he's enjoyed a good meal today.
It's funny to watch him waddle
as though he is miserable but still hungry.
A deer in the field remains calm
like they've known each other for years.
A feeling of calmness surrounds the area
I'm at ease and atl peace...
in an environment of glorious nature.
I lie here for several hours...
meditating on the earths surroundings.
A rabbit's slipped up beside me...
wiggling it nose as though it's talking
the movement of my hand scares it away.
I wait for the wind to curl against my body...
arouse me from my pleasant rest
hoping the calmness in my spirit lasts an eternity.
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