-Nature Girl-

-Nature Girl-

On a mountains peek,
i saw a girl gambol with bare feet,
and speak,
words that only birds could tell,
and in there beaks,
they carried them off,
on wings replete.
Across the mountain tops,
the airy spaces,
resounding in those infinite graces,
down into the valleys throng,
where the rivers run,
mighty and strong.
Thundering over boulders
made smooth with age,
recounting the telling
from that distant sage.
As they swam,
the fluttering air waves ran,
to beat upon
each feathered winglet,
made complete,
and joy sang the chorus,
from creations brightened bosom.
Until from out the thrill,
there came a silence,
a quiet, from the trilling rage,
the rivers slowed,
and each tree bent its leaves,
to lend them to the tale,
whilst the glory spell,
was wound around,
each distant brook and vale.
From out the mountain top
redounding soft and slow,
a beauteous sound echoed out,
mellifluous and mellow.
It was as if all nature stopped
and hearkened to its song,
as the bright little girl,
barefoot with joy,
skipped and sang along.
The sun rose from out the dawn,
caressing earth and sky,
traversing and regaling all,
delighting soul and eye.
The darkened clouds rolled far away,
as sleet before the fire,
and from the silent innocence,
a brand was stoked, 'Desire'!...
It shone upon the rocks and grass,
on every bare faced blade,
and danced a tarantella,
into the golden glade.
Then down into an azure lake,
the fiery sound was drenched,
a razors edge, the steel to air,
each soul was cut and quenched.
The wing'd heralds tore to roost,
in quiet even's glory,
beset with moonlit snows, forsooth!
to round this little story,
for as the girls sweet gambolling
had rounded out the day,
so too in life, creations song,
recycles all this way.

 © Richard Michael Parker 2012