He looks up at the new moon, so vast and blue
And feels the divine presence, so pure and true.
'The darkness may close in but it will not
overcome you.'
In this moment he feels truly alive,
As he basks in nature's peaceful vibe.
For in this shady world of chaos and frightful noise,
The Blue Spruce Tree
spreads its forked boughs and is bevoiced.
Nature is his refuge, his inception of poise
Under The Blue Spruce Tree, he finds his peace,
in harmony with nature’s lore , his worries cease.
The wind whispers secrets in his ear,
revealing the mysteries of the universe crystal-clear.
His eyelids folded like blue needles or a tree leaf.
He closes his eyes, and breathes in deep,
feeling
The Entangled Roots
beneath his feet, in a gentle sleep.
He knows at this moment, he is not alone,
for he is bound to all that has grown.
The feeling of detachment is the root of his every fear,
his every sorrow, his every tomorrow.
Whispers of the wind,
a shrill symphony of sweet sound.
He feels a connection,
As he sits in silence, on the sacred ground.
He sits in this gentle place,
He knows he is just a small part of the universe's infinite grace.
A mere mortal with a grateful heart,
And this is what it feels like.

-Tristian L.F.Ford
8/24/24

© Tristian L.F. Ford