Peace

The endless effervescent green stretches before me
Molded into knee high grass
By the hand of a gracious God
I walk slowly through the sea of emerald
As the waves of grass crash against my legs
The wind toys gently with my hair
My eyes spot a small island refuge
A slight hill protruding from the ground
Anchored by a massive oak
I wade out of the ocean
Willingly marooning myself on this isle
Looking up, taking this titanic tree in
Gripping the first coarse nub and ascending
Time is set free, minutes and hours lose meaning
I climb at speeds unknown, time no longer a constraint
The sun wafts through the sky
Reaching its peak as I reach mine
I rest on the thick boughs of the canopy
Leaving providing a sturdy structure to lay on
I watch the clouds lazily crawl across the sky
Forming images, fabrications of my imagination
The son rests on the crest of the horizion
Painting a fiery scene in the sky
Setting the grass aflame with orange
The sullen sun sinks even lower
Dying the sky majestic shades of purple, pink and crimson
A slight wind rustles the leaves, leaving me chilled
Goosebumps form as several diamonds sparkle in the sky
The pockmarked face of the moon watches over me
Shedding a pale light on my surroundings
A choir of crickets starts their concerto
Their gentle music soothing my relaxed soul
My eyelids grow weary and a yawn pervades my mouth
I settle back on my branch, propping myself against the trunk
And as I fall sleeps I’m engulfed in what I seek
Peace