The Glade

In the glade where sunlight spills, And flowers bloom in grace, A symphony of nature thrills, And time begins to chase.

The whispering leaves, a gentle sway, The brook sings sweetly on; In every note, the earth does play, Until the day is gone.

The fragrant air, a perfume rare, Invites me close to rest; In nature’s cradle, peace laid bare, I’ve found my heart’s true quest.

The shadows stretch, the evening nears, A mosaic, rich and bright; I gather dreams throughout the years, Beneath the starry light.

So let me bask in this embrace, As day gives way to night; In every moment, I will trace The beauty of the bright.

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• M H McGlashan