I poem

I feel the wind in my hair, the warmth of the sun

caress my skin. The beauty of mother earth and nature surround me. The mountains call to me, their tops shrouded in mist.

I am free...I float I flutter on the wind like a leaf or feather. The flowers scent the valleys and the fields. Memories of childhood flood my mind.

I laugh, my voice mingling with the whistling of the birds.

I stretch out my hands and feel the softness of the grass. In the valley bellow church bells, chime a soft melody that calm's my soul. I am happy

I run towards the mountains the ladders to the sky.

I have cried, yes in response to the senseless pain inflicted on the helpless, the heartbroken.

I stop, the dim twilight of the forest before me frightens me. An eagle glides on the warm currents of the wind beckoning me back to the sun drenched fields of my youth.

I am sad.

I am grown yet have so much more to learn. My heart pounds, my breath quickens.

I turn back to the gloom of the forest even though the sun is high overhead. To stay in the sunlight or enter the gloom. That is the question.

I can cross the twilight of the thick forest and reach the ladder to the sky.

I can turn from that path and remain in the sun never reaching that goal.

I can embrace the happiness of the light.

I can brave the gloom of the path and seek magnificence

I can not decide.