Underneath the branches of an expansive venerable mahogany tree,
Its bark etched with wrinkles,
Rough and weathered
In the heart of the dense forest,
Adorned with
Floral vines and shrubs,
Embracing the trees in the reverent embrace.
Amidst a symphony of rustling tree leaves and melodious chirping birds,
I witness each fleeting second,
The tapestry of things and events
That those weaved the fabric of my life,
Laced in emotions, ever-changing hues,
Camouflaged within the backdrop of life,
Illuminated with bokeh-colored neon glow.
I veer at times toward the left or right,
But the steadfast ground beneath remains unwavering.
As the day draws to a close,
Twilight gently descends, ushering nocturnal realms,
Moonstruck rays alight on the Earth,
Shining the lining with the colour white.
My guardian angel hums in a gentle,
Soft voice,
Until sleep enfolds me in.
And graces me with the solace of divine light.
