It makes me think of Walden Pond . . . in music . ..
slow and peaceful,
the sounds of creatures,
the feel of dew
an earnest scent of green lingers
where a fern is bent beneath the careless foot . . .
birds twinkle like the sunlight
on the bristling ends of the pine tree .. . .
steam rises from the still waters . . .
there is a whispering liquid patter
as drops fall . . . making craters in the talcum-like dirt
of the trail . . .
The sun paints with golden rays
on the boulders, where small creatures come
to gather warmth;
and the soul rests for an eternity
in the rich embrace of Mother Nature . .
a trail runs through this music
embarking the listener
on a peaceful trip through an inner space . .
from the heated body of the lizard,
to running darkly through the starlit night . .
and meeting the morning bird as the first finger of sunlight,
pushing aside the early mists . . .
brushes a glittering blush on all that waits in awe.
This music is so beautiful . . it takes its time
as it saunters through these woods . ..
it lingers in the beauty . .
pausing to dream and gaze at
Heaven . . .