A quiet roadside glen hidden just out of sight,
Exposed by a momentary glance drawn forth
by a reflection amongst the trees.
A place of solitude and stillness;
Of cool green and dark earth tones
nestled at the banks of a rock-lined stream.
A place to rest, to tarry for the moment
Before traveling on and resuming the journey
to a point somewhere further down the road.
A shadow-striped glen of light and shade
Created by the overhang of great oaks,
tall cedars and stately elms.
A place simply to BE, serving no other purpose.
No construct of man, a place that encompasses a much grander scheme
existing of Nature, for Nature.
A place to lie, to contemplate, to think great thoughts,
Or no thoughts at all, to simply clear the mind
and rest next to its soothing waters.
A place that can not be shared, because to do so
Breaks the solitude and hides the wonder of the place
thus rendering the experience meaningless.
A place that’s true magic lies in the fact that it exists all around us,
Yet is rarely found. Simplicity hiding in the complexity
of a modern world going mad.
A place of contradiction, that exists only for the duration
Of each visit, then fades from sight once more
till the next seeker arrives.
Yet, each who is fortunate enough to find it
Will sense the presence of those who have come before
and will leave something of themselves behind.
And thus will the cycle forever repeat.
For this is the nature of such a place, hidden in plan sight
by the side of the road,