Saturday, September 9, 2017

poem of the day September 9


The shaft of light
came out of nowhere
as I walked 
the forest canopy
to strike the soul 
of a maple tree
The sparkling ray 
held my mind
as it reflected 
off the branch
into my reality
I thought of how
divine the sun must 
always will be
to light the dark 
of destiny

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