Light

What do we say when the fears are near and dear

Splashing our conscience as an ebbing brook would

Foaming at the shores edge carrying a listless leaf into its midst

Such minute chaos in limited space

The pines stand tall guarding the dark recesses of habit

A hare leaps into the light of a cloudless midday

Leaving behind the warmth of its den

Thirst brings forth the tiny animal

To view such selection is to reason with progress

For a spell the highway lays bare in the distance

A helicopter may float on the horizon

Yet all is soulful at the forests divide

Peckers assault dead trunks beneath the canopy

Their cacophony steady as the breeze

The plodding creature bends by the water

Takes his fill and bounces off.