Quiet Place

Rushing through the forest,

the child dashes and turns.

He winds his way along the trails,

up the hills And through the ferns.

As he enters into the darkened forest,

a hush falls over his heart.

Soberness returns to his face,

for up ahead is the quilted

grass and the silent stream of the quite place.

His steps are slow but sure,

as he takes in the familiar sight

of the creek so clear and pure.

All around him the world is silent.

He sinks into the earth and fades away

Into his lonely thoughts,

swallowed by his imagination,

until reality finally stops.

Nothing is left but the story

playing in his mind,

soon to be ink on a page.

Years later, there he sits again,

a man with wrinkles That cover his face.

After years of delay, he finally sits back down

in his favorite place, and wonders

where the time has gone.

His path of life has turned many times,

and has brought about its change,

but the pleasure of the quite place will always in his heart remain.