Sanctum

Beauty and truth, found outside
through the window, or a door.
Pastels of grass and hues of bark
The sounds compliment the picture painted
A chorus of chimes, and chirps, and calls
In this place, the world shrinks away.
But is brought back, in higher relief.
Inspiration comes to those who feel,
Who listen, smell, see, touch, hear, BE.
In this box, the mind sighs.
And takes its long needed vacation.
For all you need here are your senses,
And thought is not required.
But it is still a box, though it inspires.
A small, enclosed space of light
Ever to change, never to grow.
Kept in check by the walls.
The walls the WE put there,
The limbs that WE cut down,
To keep it inside the lines.
The colours cut short, every so often.
When WE decide they need to be.
Nature breaks forth, it exceeds our boundaries.
Never to adhere to the will of man.
For Nature is all,
It is many,
It is one.
And we have been scattered to the wind.