Spirit of the Land
Untouched purity
captivates the soul
and propels the mind
into the embracing solitude,
as echoes carry across the mountains
their songs speak of legends
which are whispered within each
ripple of the water, for faces which begin
to fade away into the mist, and watching eyes
from those who touched the spirit of the land
knowingly with quiet reverence,
now preserved with the passage of time.
A thousand stories which can be read
into the changing landscape,
the passage of the seasons
altering natures course,
winter’s encompassing touch
erases the memories of a passing year
heals scars and conceals old wounds
to make virginal once more in its glistening
white touch, and soon to melt away
into new life reborn free from the collective sorrows.
Beauty which entrances and transcends
beyond human thought
to touch the pulse beneath the land,
listen to the Earth’s heartbeat,
and feel the passage of the spirits
in the bone-numbing cold of
winter’s fog, they know you
even if you have forgotten.
