2012/06/20 4:08pm PST
Mojo forces flow through the rocks
Which crown the hill beneath my feet
At treetop level distractions cease
As the solstice turns in mystic peace
The leaves are rustling in the wind
While flocks of birds call back and forth
Looking out beyond the forest to the distant sea
Brings me to a moment of pure tranquility
Resounding briefly, like the toll of a golden bell
Until the echo fades and I turn to leave
David Trudel © 2012
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