Serena Malcolm

Air so still that it freezes time,
So pure that one breath will clean
the aches and ails and other grime
that pollute each fragile being.

A blanket of blue has been unfurled,
Embroidered with sheer white clouds,
This azure tapestry wraps the world
in the most awe-inspiring shroud.

The crystalline surface of the lake itself
is nature’s misdirection,
Looking just like a mirrored shelf,
No more than a sheer reflection,
But what is hiding underneath
that cerulean, glass-like ceiling?
None above would ever believe
the whole kingdom it’s concealing.

And all the trees that gather here,
And chase each other to the sky,
Their whispers become oh so clear
if you stand and close your eyes;
They speak the pledges once avowed
by all those who have been;
All those who stood where I stand now
and who saw what I now see.

Every traveller who finds his way
to this clearing in the trees
can have his greatest fears allayed
and quench his soul with total peace.

This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to write a poem from a picture.