Finding Home Poem by An Angel Without Wings

Wind sung peaks harbor low bent trees,
Cascading upward in a crescendo of green.
'Tis where her heart is free.

An involuntary silence echos across a placid lake.
Filling her with a serenity only peace can bring.
Her mind and heart may wander here.

Sitting out on the frost-bitten dock,
She contemplates life in the still morning air.
The world awaits the sun's ascension over mighty peaks.

Majestic and strong are the mighty peaks.
These snow-capped giants are the pride of the valley.
Drawing many visitors to their glory.

In her home these giants are constant guardians,
But never seen in their full glory.
Always there and ever watching.

But here these peaks take on new meaning,
Each one a vision of beauty and strength.
As the rising sun colors them pink and gold.

In the pink haze of early morning light,
The clear, still silence reigns supreme.
As the world slowly begins to wake.

In her secret, sacred place,
The world around her disappears.
Nothing rivals this serene landscape.

In this moment her mind roams free.
The worries of the world long gone,
As the sun's rays reflect brilliantly off the lake.

Oh to escape back to the stillness of that lake,
Encompassed about by green mountain tops,
Alone, away from it all.

But alas, she is now surrounded by canyons of red.
A startling contrast to the green of that lake.
This world brings her comfort but no joy.

No where to truly be alone here in this desert,
Not like her far away lake.
But in this place she has found home.