Refuge

[Auralunabella]

A gray wolf cries his mournful cry,


and I gaze up into the mountains,


softening in their snow-covered peaks.


Mother Nature enfolds me into her arms,


she smells of pine and comforts me.


Her voice bubbles like the river


which trickles over pebbles and stones,


as a graceful deer stands by


whilst her baby drinks.


The sun paints the trees with bright joy,


and squirrels dance through the treetops


to the music of the swallows' melodic song.


A soft breeze whispers my name,


beckoning with the trees' fluttering leaves,


to become part of this other world,


so serene,


tranquil,


entrancing;


my refuge.


Mother Nature,


angelic in her beauty,


and I am her daughter;


her treasures are mine to enjoy,


to admire.


The wind whistles through the giant pine,


guardian of this perfect utopia,


and a sigh soothes my soul with happiness,


at the wonder of Her creation.