Tan and green pine needles
cover the forest clearing.
Soft like a fluffy cushion
they mimic walking sounds.
A stream of sunlight escapes
Sun’s presence visiting us.
I am one with the magical
moments passing one by one.
I am at ease in the moment.
I do not want the triune to end.
Each moment, precious to me.
I take the glorious beauty in.
Sun, sunbeam, forest clearing
begin their leave with sunset.
The clearance grows darker,
but the sounds of creatures
remain until the morrow’s sunrise.
I leave full of peace and gratitude
to my God, The Creator of beauty.
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