Meeting

Meeting

 

Strolling through the old familiar wood,

one morning -long ago- I saw a tree.

And standing long in awe, I understood:

for years, I'd walk on by, but never see.

I'd never truely seen a tree before.

That day I met the earth I now adore.

 

Strolling by the old familiar beach

At noon -that very day- I saw a wave.

It came one moment, vanished out of reach,

to sleep forever in its sandy grave.

That fading beauty evoked a cheerful tear.

That day I met the sea I now revere.

 

Strolling home through my familiar town

that night I raised my head and saw the sky.

The moon shone from a black, eternal gown.

In all of space, the stars are not so high.

In boundless void, we're clinging to their fire.

That day I met the sky I now admire.

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