While dancing upon the leaves with serenity,
beneath the burgeoning trees of tranquility;
I watch the days settle in anodyne seclusion,
sweeping along the sands of seaside reunion.

Faltering slightly in pronounced expectations,
yet wrestling my inner soul's conflagrations;
At deep water's edge I nudge closer to sanity,
while reaping rewards of my own humanity.

My wounded heart cries despite the epiphany,
that rose amidst the dark world's cacophony;
In plangent roars it tore through reality,
as heavenly stars awakened in ecstasy.

Surrendering now as I touch sacred ground,
my bed of leaves emitting mellifluous sounds;
No words can defy what Nature has wrought,
surreptitiously leading to this holy spot.