an old tree stands
a cathedral of branches
draped in emerald lace
the sun is a hidden jewel
that bleeds through the moss
casting long shadows
across the empty pews
they wait patiently
rows of silent sentinels
for a story to begin
or perhaps one to end
beneath the silent blessing
of this ancient witness
a still pond reflects a beautiful sky
holding the breath of the moment
a promise hanging
in the quiet air
the grass glows
a whispered secret
of what’s to come
and what has already been
The Creative Chic 
Wow! Your beauty cannot stay confined! This might just be the most beautiful piece of work you’ve ever written! Absolutely incredible! 👏👏👏👏👏
Awww, thank you so much. That means a lot to me. Beauty needs a witness ❤️
Absolutely it does just as the great Zan Perrion says! He also said something about learning to listen to the beauty song of others. And I very much enjoy listening to yours! You’re absolutely BEYOND welcome! 👏❤️🙂
❤️ Mike
A million ❤️’s back to you!
Reading this as I’m walking at a place that almost resembles what you’ve written. Good one.
Sounds like a beautiful place 🙂 thank you
I love that old Tree, … and your words, …✨
awww, thank you so much