Wisdom
Wisdom
I lay there dreaming in the autumn sun
My head upon my satchel.
Birds were chirping in blessed chorus
As the smiles all grew in joyful fun.
Seven there were, as I remember,
Enjoying the realms before the shivering cold.
Each as full of life as the great Elder,
Under which I lay pondering my thoughts,
Before the coming of darkness.
I knew not what to believe, or whom to see,
As each person bore a facade of their own.
I trusted them with my soul adorn with unwaivering eyes,
Young and fruitful, that had aged with troubles past.
The hazel mixture resulting of a simple concoction
A changing pasture of brown and green.
Alas, though together, I felt alone
under the Elder with which I sought wisdom.
An item of nature, unmoved in all its time, and connected
To natures bosom which caressed the joys of Life.
Still, I bore my question of the dear woman whom I adored.
A crush, an affection, or even just youth?
Was this real or fiction, devout or ignorant?
As I gazed, my eyes turned to the bluff.
The sea of warm red delivered my answer.
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