The Place Of Replenishment
The Safe Place
I’ve made it to the place where,
I can hear the wind whispering through the trees.
The red bird is perched on a branch singing a sweet song.
A place where wild pink roses has formed a path.
I’ve made it to the place where,
I can hear the sound of a leaf as it hits the ground.
Oh yes it is a very soft sound.
Can you hear it?
Have anyone ever noticed?
Spring frogs outside my bed room window,
Rushing me out to see how beautiful the morning is.
I’ve made it to the place where,
The cricket hops endlessly to his next point of destination.
He stops for just a moment to play his violin.
The place where,
The grass is moist to the feet and cool to the soul.
Mr. Bull frog leaps and with a splash as to say look at me.
Come see the lily pads of vibrant pastel purples and whites.
I stepped in closer to take in the view and to my surprise.
Shhhhhhh welcome to the garden whisper the garden snake.
He issss alwaysssss showing off assss he enterssss the lake.
I’ve made it to the place,
Where the squirrels play chase and drop acorns from the trees.
Where you gather you're thoughts and replenish you’re soul.
Where you come full and leave empty.
The place,
Where the fish is splashing joyfully trying to reach the sun
Saying; Roll up the pant legs drop in your feet
Sit back and enjoy this great treat.
(c)2010SharonSmith