Rest Poem by Eddie Roa

Come sweet rest, soothing rest midst shrieking leaves
Made by mountain winds crashing into a wall of pines
Close your eyes and your mind, be deaf to
Rattling brittle branches clawing smooth rock faces
Mind not the struggle of scraggly bush pines shaken
Scattering brown and green needles downward
Like long grain raindrops spiraling as wispy blurs

Take a walk by the foothills, promenade beneath the stars
Unravel the knotted neck and ease the stiffened chest sinews
Rise out of the tyranny of the daily grind and incessant rows
Be lulled by the lullaby of the serenity of nature's spectacle