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A Day in
the Rockies©
A
kaleidoscope of depth shining through the forest connects all that is right.
The
sun’s rising casts warmth bringing life from the shadows of night.
Morning
is chorused by a diverse symphony as birds claim their territory
Among
the limbs of pine, fir, and aspen, they perch in harmonious glory.
Tree
locusts straining against the wind to be heard brings harmony in dissonance
Given
homage by lodgepole pines that know cacophony is their innocence.
Carpeted
in yellow, red, and purple, the vale shares wonders in its landscape.
Voices
echo, thrills, chirps, grunts, and thunder all a color of the great escape.
The
octagon of space shouts gleeful opportunities, cravings of senses—a tease.
Summer’s
grass rich with character; smell the flavor as fronds drum to the breeze.
A black
sky alive with twinkles and a moment of falling stars, I request,
Because tending
the great power of a campfire puts my soul to rest.
In
thunder of creation, the Rockies give grace, and quietly the forest speaks,
And the
moon whispers, “Rest now creatures of the day”; it’s time to sleep.
In healing,
Celeste Cooper, RN / Author, Freelancer, Advocate
Think adversity?-See opportunity!
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