After one of the walks I quite like taking in my spare time, I wrote this paragraph, that I suppose might be called poetry, once I returned home. Now, I'm not exactly a great writer, but I was definitely feeling the feels when typing it so I hope perhaps that someone out there might find it enjoyable.
I stand there, transfixed. My legs were worn from the long climb upwards, arriving at a path with an open field to my right. I look upward through the thick canopy of pine hanging above me, at the sun gleaming through the cracks. I hold my crooked staff tighter, almost cradling it, as the music of birds far above fill my ears with pleasant sound. The smell of pine, long grass, and something that could only be called life surrounded me. A feeling of deep serenity envelopes me, and I feel somewhat lighter. As I peer once again at nature so expansive, and those beautiful sunrays beam down towards me, I realize that it was not only serenity, but that deep admiration of perfection called love, that presented itself in my heart. There, it was hard to imagine the endless conflicts and anxieties we humans are subjected to daily. The injustice, cruelty, prejudice, misinformation, and uncaring fate that was so common, and always had been so common, in the world around us, seemed just slightly more tolerable. It is after moments like these that I remind myself how marvelous it is to be human.
28 Mar 2017, 3:31 pm
