The Hill - Poem by Melissa Johnson
Sheer petals cascade from the stretching arms of an aged dogwood tree,
Coming to rest upon the moss covered earth.
Familiar rocks protrude from the blushing hillside,
Providing a means of ascending into a wooded santuary.
So many times I've walked this path; So many times I've felt this soft earth beneath my feet.
The sunlight streams through the broken canopy of old trees towering above me.
I stride from rock to rock, climbing higher until I reach a tall maple tree.
A somber breeze tickles the chattering leaves, and intertwines the bittersweet scent of wild blueberries with fragrant summer flowers.
I pluck a little blue pearl from the thicket surrounding the tree,
The sour juice stains my lips as I descend,
From this serene world of unchanging beauty.
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