Journeys End

Tree of branching might
With the cool breeze
It gently sways.

Its nice soft branches
Full of life
As the chattering birds
Sing there beautiful songs
And the breath of the air
Tastes sweet in my mouth
And the muddy ground
Blesses my shoes
As the critters of nature
Run with the Breeze.

The green grass
And blank trees bless the land
As steel fence and human field
Scar it.

In the distance,
A blue tower,
Tall and mighty stands
Stil and strong.

Mud adorns many
Who see outside
As a curse,
Not a blessing
And upon this hill
I can see the full yard.

The cars of today adorn
The cold hard cement.
And the Breeze gracefully blows
And reminds me of nature's beauty.

The beauty of being.
The bottom of this hill
Has me looking up
And I see the beauty
Of us.
Of two children in a playground.
Of two lovers on a swing set.
And as I step upon
Dead leaves, I see
What is.
I see
what isn't.
I see
What should never be.

As not all journeys
End as they begin.
Nor do they end as we stand
Upon cliffs with one way to go.
No, sometimes we are forgetten.
And as I reach my Journey's End
I know that I have already been.