A Quiet Place

The shadows from the moon glide across the pond all is quiet as i visit walking softly under the willows of this place i am fond the voices of the night sing a welcomed melody for right here right now there is no other place i would rather be the seasons change and with each renewal my secret place welcomes me home like a warm blanket during the evening chill my thoughts gather here and each breath becomes entwined while the problems of the day disappear like the fog rising from the warm water into the cool evening air as i sit against the tree my eyes are drawn upward through the branches where the first stars of the evening are making their appearance it is almost as if i am looking within a great snow globe and when shaken all the stars twinkle and move about in a dark velvet blue sky a breeze collects swiftly yet quietly running itself along the edge of the pond picking up leaves and swirling them round and round like a whirling dervish how lucky i am to witness natures beauty presenting itself in front of me like a grand play which changes from time to time without reason or rhyme...