Driving through
the flat lands
of black bog earth.
The day ending
on a warm note.
Making the hills
seem more beautiful
than a few days ago,
when the wind blew
grey skies over us.
Driving through
the flat lands
of black bog earth.
Landscape without
thought forms,
people congestion.
Warmed was I by
beauties reflection.
Driving through
the flat lands
of black bog earth,
went I beyond
the reflection
of the beautiful in me.
To feel the earth loving me.
For I saw her say it,
and knew.
This is how it was, is.
Always will be.
The Flat lands
2007 ©