Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: April 16, 2009
It’s a long way down
from a high peak
and the path can be steep.
But with a little common sense,
I can make it to the bottom
and cross any bridges
which guide me
to the safety
of a sunny meadow.
This meadow is full of wildflowers
which grow as high as my head
The full color spectrum is represented:
from brilliant mustard to tranquil lavender.
And as I walk among them,
a gentle breeze blows through me,
offering a sense of serenity and peace.
Their fragrance provides a sense of balance.
When I reach the end of the meadow,
I feel rested and energized,
ready to climb the next peak
and overcome any obstacles in my way.
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