The Red Pine

The dawn of the day parting yesterday's troubles
is going and the wind of tomorrow is coming.
Yet today there was a new decor, of red and of white.
For getting lost in the meadow on this day, was more
of a blessing, as the forest swallowed me whole.
It was one of willingness, or eagerness to go
as the surrender of nature overtook me.
Perhaps I've been searching for this, yet
the moment came unexpectedly and the sound
of the world, freeing to my heart, exposed me
For what I had discovered was the fear of
being kidnapped by something so beautiful in the
middle of the day; Red Pine, there I lay.

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