A Bench

A bench to sit and contemplate

Memories sweet and rare

A place where I can mediate

Close my eyes, or stare

At lively creatures great and small

A canopy of green

Oaks and maples, pines so tall

Sunlight through the leaves

Chipmunks scurry, cardinals say

That they are pretty too

How is it that today

I have this perfect view?

Sometimes life just offers gold

And serves it with delight

We can only breathe it in

Grateful for the sight

Moments filled with majesty

Colorful and fair

Makes me smile and warms my heart

Oh to linger there

Beneath the sky with billowed clouds

Canvasses so blue

There is nothing quite so right,

So beautiful, so true

Think I'll sit and stay awhile

Hear the crickets play

Another earthy symphony

In this perfect place

 

 


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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