Healing Ground Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Sun warms my face, a gentle touch.
The road ahead, don't asks for much,
Not with haste, no hurried stride,
Just peace that flows, a steady tide.

The wind whispers secrets through the trees,
A melody carried on the breeze.
Each breath I take, a quiet sound,
On hallowed, calm and healing ground.

The miles unfold, a tapestry vast,
The worries of the future and the past,
Begin to fade, like morning mist,
A gentle balm, a loving kiss.

No destination, just the way,
Each moment dawns, a brand new day.
The heart beats slow, a peaceful drum,
Knowing that healing
has begun.