Taken at Little Eden near Cullinan
LITTLE EDEN
Sometimes there’s beauty in just being alone,
The harmonious sounds of a bird’s sweet poem,
The breeze as it blows through the bushes and trees,
Silence a sound that is made to ease.
The air flowing is both warm and cool,
The voice of the wilderness ripples like a stone in a pool,
Shadows cast by the leaves and branches,
Insects fly quickly as if taking their chances.
I look to the clouds high above my head,
Sun shining down on me turning me red,
I close my eyes to feel the soul of the bush,
It enters my heart in a moment, a wish.
The emptiness so hollow and strong,
With time it doesn’t last that long,
The breath brought to me through silence and peace,
The joy of the spirit inside me, released.
