Sole Purpose


Sweet dew falling off of trees,
into the meadows of ever-green;
Flowers blooming,
purple, yellow and the ever serene,
hues of pink;
Sunsets and sunrises were a thing, of yesterday,
in this golden world,
stuck in this eternal moment;
Embraced, by its own sun, within;
Breathe in,
this cool, beautiful breeze;
Feel all of yourself heal,
Feel contentment swallow everything,
and peace so becoming, fill,
your lungs,
deep, in the heart of the woods,
unravel and reveal,
your soul’s purpose

© soulreserve 2015

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