In the New Mexico desert, a lone tree stands; solitary under high blue sky of winter days, of silent silver moons hanging in black veils...weeks pass, then years. The tree stays, a fortress in the unrelenting wind, a sentinel of the dawn: scattering clouds paint dreams at its feet.
"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair..." — Kahlil Gibran
Good piece of writing. High blue sky, winter: really great images. It is inspiring.
ReplyDeleteA lonely place to be
ReplyDeleteIn the desert as a tree.
But life springs forth
A soldier in the sand,
Below the clouds' thoughts
Of wishful dreams so grand.
A nice verse. Thank you. Take care. Bye.