Reminiscing Through the Woods, Yearning for More
A poem: celebrating more than a memory

Gazing upon life’s crown, glad am I to be swayed, By her verdant leaves, a sight forever in my company. Soothed by their gentle rustle, forever in my gaze, A balustrade of green, kissed by heaven’s light -
Nothing like I have seen, save a golden dome, In the moonlight, as I rest beneath the aspen tree, Resonating with its whispering leaves, a regal decree; Time stands distant, confined by crumbling walls.
When twilight embraces me, sleep gathers life’s thread, I shall reminisce, for through my woods, I see, And yearn for more, as I rest beneath the aspen tree.






