I stand and watch the evening come – the ripening light that fills the glades with gold, this stillness I have lived and grown for forty years.
And sometimes in the morning there are deer that come and drink the water from the pond and watch the silence wary for a sound.
I cannot send them scared away but stand in shadow watching them and knowing now that this is theirs as much as it is mine.
That this frail earth was never meant for man to wall and claim his own. Instead it was a gift to leave behind more beautiful and free.
Kenneth Steven