The smell of rain has dawned upon,
The flowers are ready to blossom yon,
Time has stilled on in a somber foregone,
The break of dawn is cracking into morn.
Light spreads on our petals as we glow,
Resonating with nature as we go with the flow,
A tranquil blessing while we start to grow,
And breathe life into the seeds we sow.
We stop our journey on the ladder of success,
And observe the veil of what we possess,
Caressing the art that we’ve carried to assess,
Musing upon what we cannot access.
An artist would look at his stark contrast,
Stalling creation as he takes a repast,
Thinking about the world he’s wants to go past,
In a ship driven by his creative mast.
Nature’s beats go on as before,
A pause is what we would like to have more,
To dream of casts and carve them to store,
Fulfilling our dreams as we head to the shore.
Awarded ‘Poem of the Week’ at Jingle Poetry for this entry: Stilling Journey