Droplets speckled across thick green leaves,
The moon riding high almost at her peak,
The ground was soft and dewy,
While the grass entwined my feet.
There was a time when I'd feel the beat below, the steady heart of the Earth.
Breeze wing beaten to my face by the wide wings of the Sky.
My aura was alight with Fire and my Spirit was adrift like flotsam In the Ocean of my Soul.
Felt like I was stranded, salty, searing in the Sun.
Like a tree that has been petrified by lightning.
My mind a forest bowed by gale force wind.
I was raw, undone, unraveled while unravelling more with reckless abandon.
But think of the forest, think of the woods, think of creation and the nature of all things growing.
I need to remember the Moonlit Grove.
Nature so suple, divine and in spaces evergreen,
Life was a simple fragment made wholly meaningful In this moment,
I'm In awe of this complex marriage between living, growing and giving life after your own.
Where the doplets were speckled across thick green leaves,
The moon riding high - climaxingly luminous at her peak.
The ground was soft and dewy in it's rejuvenating embrace
While the grass entwined my feet and the moonlight kissed my face.
