Reverence

It was a morning where
the sun came up as it always does;

she stepped out into
the dew of a new day; low grass glowed.

The valley led her to a
place; she was searching for something;

she didn’t quite
understand what it was but beyond the willow;

was a mighty oak; to
the left in the distance she was drawn.

She found where the
wildflowers grow; mixture of color and smells.

This morning had led
her from the her original trail; filling the day;

with a concoction of
sound as the bird sang the song of along her way;

the rustle of trees
providing bass; her journey was fulfilled.

An earth princess, she
found herself in awe of beauty’s grace.