Thursday, August 20, 2009

the place

nature
the place
a secret spot
not yet destroyed by city concrete.
She loves to go there,
especially
in the Fall.
Just one step inside
the trees
and you can understand
beauty
and what it's really all about.
When she's there
she lets her emotions
take over
and she dances.
There's no need for music.
The wind, the water,
and the rustling of the leaves
create their own symphony.
Rays of sun
break through the chill
and become her
spotlights.
Earthy browns and greens,
vibrant reds and oranges
of the changing leaves
are her background.
All of this is her stage,
This place,
in the middle of a concrete world,
where she can
express
the joy in
the beauty around her.
This beautiful poem was written by Audrey, one of my 7th grade students several years ago.
Photo-Japanese maple in my back yard shot last week.