Friday, October 25, 2013

Morning Stream



Morning Stream

The sunshine of a calm, warming morning seeps through the trees of a fog filled canopy.
The warmth of the sun breaks through the chill and hits the shaded jungle floor. You can feel the magic of the forrest coming to life as the sun rises. 

You can here noises, the noises of nature awakening. The sound of birds singing a morning song, The sound of the limbs cracking on the trees as they warm with the morning sun, but the most majestic sound is the sound of the stream. 

The magical, meekness of the morning stream is like the stillness of a sleeping baby. Yet the river is so meaningful and powerful. The water of the stream travels down the river seeking and finding the path around, through, and over the rocks. Just as we overcome the obstacles that we face as we travel down the path of life.
  



1 comment:

  1. Very Elegant poem, matches with the picture that you got there buddy. awesome work

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