I sense time and universe expand
Horizons clear wherever I stand
Salt crust icing across the pan
Silence dwarfs this mortal man.
Where every mountain has been ground down
As time has weathered to grains of sand
No worldly goods of uselessness
My wounded soul gains time to mend
Of granite soldiers standing proud
And baobab sentinels on guard
As Sol begins his march upward.
I see the birth of this glorious day
Where once a green island lay
In brackish waters of an inland bay
That time has long since washed away.
Where ancient lake has long been drained
Reborn each year with season's rain
The migratory fowl remain
A mere short months to lay again.
All pictures by Jim McIntosh.
And I'll own up to the lame lyrics too!
And I'll own up to the lame lyrics too!
2 comments:
These are beautiful pictures.
'Took my breath away. I love trees. I love your poem.
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