A space apart
within the spaces we share
a world of quiet
where the roads
are not paved
and morning light
finds steam rising
from the surface of the lake
night falls
a shadow overtaking shadows
with a symphony
of frogs and crickets
marking the time
and the stars
remain hidden
beyond a canopy of trees
every side
a lushness
a reverent silence
in nature’s church
signs of humanity
reduced
to church spires rising
from the forest’s embrace
to wink silver
in the sunlight
a standing beacon
to tell us
we have not vanished ~ Caroline A. Slee