Sunday, 15 July 2012

A Monumental Day


In dreams, I found a quiet place
Beneath a willow tree.
The air was cool. A nearby stream
Meandered tranquilly.

The sky was blue, with feathered clouds.
The trees wore Spring’s new green.
The worries that had brought me out
Fled from this peaceful scene.

I sat upon a sun warmed stone
And, as time slipped away,
The world evolved and this became
A monumental day.

It all began because, in dreams,
I found a special place
And felt the awesome beauty of
The sun upon my face.

© 2002 rhymetimeblue

Apr 20, 2002

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