The Sycamore and the Half Moon

There stands a lone Sycamore tree,
Leaves swaying in the breeze,
Beyond the snow topped mountains,
Towering o’er with striking ease.

The vast and luscious land,
Spread out before my eyes,
Pulls me ever nearer,
As I watch the half moon rise.

Solitude and silence,
Are mine to savour here,
Between the sycamore and half moon,
As the clouds begin to clear.

And in the dusky moonlight,
I look towards the skies,
And in my mind I’m running free,
Far from all the lies.

The shadow of the sycamore,
Is thrown across me now,
And in a darkened blanket,
I lay and wondered how.

These scenes of simple beauty,
Can fill me with such awe,
The vastness of the mountains,
And nature proudly raw.

And for those few hours after dusk,
I let all my troubles slide,
Between the sycamore and half moon,
Is where my heart will e’er abide.

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2 Responses to The Sycamore and the Half Moon

  1. I love this lyrical poem with vivid visuals of nature’s beauty. Beautifully written 🙂

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