Celestial Meadow
by Tim Kavi
gentle lands of rest
stretch across maps of peaceful
bliss of grassy green
my feet float on airy paths
of glorious silence
stretching to the horizon
sparse trees dot the place
that beckon to places
of pause and reflection
away from all the stress
away from racing thoughts
not just to survive
but to bravely exist
gentle bluebirds
of my Mother's voice
Gaia would you sing to me?
black crows wait to pick
but I know
that your beauty prevails
you will live longer
than humans have tread
oh pray
they will not kill you dead
for in your silence
they gravely mistake
you are not there
but there is only
too much noise
to hear you and be blest
but at moments like this
I only can gently walk
on the pillows
of your endowment
in the shadows of forest
and the paths of wooded trail
the stream flows nearby
into the ocean it flows
goes to the clouds
descends to the earth again
born again
to live again
and to see your glory
in forest, and stream
celestial meadows
where I see all my friends
playing again.
