The Quiet Grove
By John T. Mathis
Come away with me,
To a sunny wood,
Where birds chirp from trees,
And soft green grass covers the floor like a carpet.
Come see the small, warm old church,
Stained glass glistening,
Smooth stone walls,
A beacon in the woods.
Come and smell the burning fireplace,
That wafts on a crisp autumn wind,
Warmth that glows.
A fire that proves love’s not lost.
Come and sit on the soft carpeted ground,
Grasp the earth,
Fell it slip through your fingers.
The ground grows gently.
Come and look at the entire painting,
Not to close,
Not
Too
Far.
Take it all in.
Come and listen to the calm breeze,
It echoes, “adventureâ€