Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · January 1, 2014

Part of This

Late summer morningmist rests in the airabove plants across the groundand back amongst the trees.Gradually, birds awakenin song and plentyas the light and heat and goldof the rising sun is transmitted throughout.An enormous tree stands in its place,thick and straightand strong and old and tough.Majestic, as are we also a bit --being part of this.

nature · spirituality