Tranquility

Soughing wind passing through the trees
like caresses of loving gentle fingers
on cheeks and hair of a beloved
freshly invigorating

Music of the wild in cacophony of sounds
birdsong lending tunes on nature's orchestra
crescendos of sound lending its might
to the beauty of nature, Gaia given

the scents of fresh cinnamon permeate the air
Perfume in its most basic existence
tender with a hint of wanton wildness
the potpourri that's yet to die

walking through nature's kingdom
dusts enter my eyes
tears made tracks on dirty cheeks
salt on my lips

the rough bark of the tree
pressed on my back
as I sat leaning on its trunk
and admired God's great creation.


*this poem was entered in a competition here.  thank you for reading*