The Bird and Baby

So long I’ve sat by this sea,
Just looking inward,
Wondering.
What lies beyond this shaded grove?
Beyond the forests and,
Mountains?
They touch the sky with snowy peaks.
Filled with damp,
Caverns.
In their valleys are grassy fields,
And pools with crystal,
Fountains.

Yet past that are the deserts wide,
Filled with crooks and and,
Canyons.
Deployed from wall to wall with thieves.
Their direction most,
Misguiding.
But if perchance you travel true and far,
To dark and emerald,
Woodlands.
You’ll see the summit like a crystal spire,
Wrapped in silver,
Lining.

And those who call this mountain home,
Are free as the April,
Wind.
Their songs drift a thousand miles,
To every lake and forest,
Spring.
And those who hear it never leave,
The shadows of the,
Mountain.
All their days are filled,
With love and peace,
Everlasting.

-Taylor Glenn Pritchard