Mediate

As the shadows move around us slowly,
from this ancient tree now dying quietly
in the seclusion of the untouched soil
of this patch of serene wilderness that
strives to withstand the harsh dark breath
of those tall, gleaming towers of stone cruelty
that choke everything with dark clouds that hide
the fading sun behind thier masked faces
and smile upon thier world of infinite
despair, I see through the burnt landscape
and lose myself in the natural wonder
of the tranquil reflection of the purest
green in the flowing stream, as I stand
before the overhanging branches that
close in on me and welcome me into
the warm embrace of thier wooden flesh
as i sink deeper into my own thoughts
to find myself dreaming of a world whose
reflection is echoed in the soft rippling
of the water, as a single stone sinks
below the surface and becomes part of
a tommorow lost in the revelation
of the granduer of the uncertainty
of what it will find when it finally rests.