A little background...I use to LOVE to go sit on a pier at the river alone and write poetry...there were trees all around...the sound of the water lapping against the wood...the sky above...perfect backdrop for a girl who enjoyed(s) thinking and writing...don't get around to doing that much nowadays with a family but I do remember those times with the upmost fondness....
the water ripples softly
as the gentle breeze blows
like kisses on my neck....
the guarding arm of the oak
hovers above me
promising safety in its strength
as i lie in this perfect nature
my soul knows peace
it is here, in heaven's waiting room
that i look up and see the azure sky
blending into a brilliant swirl
of white and crimson
the beauty that surrounds me
offers a haven
from the hands of man....