the swamp water glows
with golden licks of sunshine
reaching deep below
peepers softly speak
the language of mended hearts
so in love, so weak
they both feel the spark
but neither lets out a peep
soon it will be dark
The swamp across the street from my parents house has gotten me through a lot of painful times. It is so immensely beautiful that I may always feel a little more at peace in its presence, of old growth and life that has flourished in seemingly impossible conditions.
