The Stage Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

See the mountains with glorious peaks
Rivers below sigh with eternities flow
Ancient clouds hue with lavender dusk

Mornings mysterious fog floats on lakes
Meadows filled with timeless wild flowers
Cliffs and waterfalls feeding sweet springs

Hear the sea with its rhythmic waves
Blue green water of abundant life
By the shoreline of endless sky

I have prayed on a forests enchanting path
Listen to the swirl of the tops of tall trees
Fall colors of soft red fire and golden joy

We come as strangers from the stars
We get just a short awakening glimpse
Then go back to the sleeping dust

Who has set this wondrous stage?
No one should wreck a child's awe
I have felt the mystical chills

Tillers of the garden, lovers of life
Lets leave it clean for our grandchildren
Lets gather together and protect this gift

Tonight the moon shines like a Saint
Stars surround her like a halo
She peaks her ivory face through trees

Dawn comes with a sun of grand hope
Flowers reach for creations light
Beauty in nature should be preserved

We all pass but the stage remains