Up the rugged path you will find the highest point of perspective. Here on this sacred ground you will feel the ancestors from days past. In the stillness, there is a presence whispering praises of hope up to the desolate moon.
The great horned owl perched high in the white birch tree eyes the travelers who dare to sojourn up to the summit. The maples and oaks shake off their dying leaves in silence, only to be heard again beneath the crunching of weary feet. The air smells of earthly and woodsy scents.
There you can see a very small patch of
dark blue, framed by a little branch, pinned up by a naughty star
orbiting to its own beat in the vast universe. Climbing to the highest
destination to catch a glimpse of a wayward star. I ponder, can you tame a star? They are unique and their true beauty is in their shiny
imperfections.
linking with dVerse
open link night - Hosted by Sanaa
I missed an earlier prompt this week dVerse Prosery hosted by Kim
The challenge to write prosery incorporating the following lines
“There you can see a very small patch
Of dark blue, framed by a little branch,
Pinned up by a naughty star”