Magical Morning! His mirrored Creation.
Mists apparition, give a heart liberation.
Eagles, stand sentry, on solemn old timber.
Fish make mouth-whirlpools,
their silver scales shimmer.
No one is near, to bring pain and alarm,
only a bee humming nature’s new psalm.
This magical morning’s effervescent bequest?
Nothing more than a man’s spirit refreshed.
This poem is from Treena’s book, Substance in Shadow.