When Shadows Grow Long Poem by Logan Murphy

When shadows grow long
On a carpet of leaves
And gently wind rustles
Boughs of bright-colored trees

When air cool and crisp
Meets breath warm and wet
And the billows of mist
Linger near to one's breast

It is then you discover
In the still and the quiet
A peace like no other
A feeling of wonder

In death there is life
In fall there is spring
Here is rest for the weary
And strength for the weak

When shadows grow long
Though filled with unease
The Spirit whispers within:
"You I will never leave"