Peregrination Of Thoughts Early Morning In The Woods... Poem by RIC BASTASA

early this morning
the rain come but it
did not stay long and
the roots of the trees
have their thirst
satisfied.

the birds come out
from their temporary
shelters and then they
all fly away from these
trees to start their
hunt for their prey.

i hear songs and in
this morning they are
songs of praise for
God's greater glory.

i go out from this
old house to take my
walk and feel the
cold breaths of this
earth.

and this will be the
start of another deep
meditation: why i am
here and what shall i
be in the coming hours.