Another out of the ball park poem.
Night was with child, that birthed a new day,
when I, as dawn wakened, began my way.
I walk accompanied by a hundredfold souls
finding wisdom on paths upon which I stroll.
For countless echoes from this journey springs,
hangs of life’s single, and silken, fragile string.
I can rise and ponder beyond knowledge of man,
and defy limitations set by time’s second hand.
Poets share these secrets within written words,
unfolding them like wings of sleeping birds.
From the bounty of Nature, these secrets unlock,
among listening trees, the hushed path, I walk.
© Literary Remains