The Clearing

Taking you back into time when the world was more crowded by wilderness than by civilization. alternately, you can imagine the green here to be the grey of out modern life. This is something I wrote right before my jim Corbett trip.

From behind the think curtain

Of tall trees and dangling branches

I could see the faint hint

Of a wide, open sky.

An unbroken ray of determination

Called onto me, played tricks on my imagination.

I ran through the jungle

Making my way as I got nearer.

I wanted to see an open field

Somewhere in this unending sea of green.

I heard of an open sky

At night, you could see the starts fly.

A breeze so hard it blew you off your feet,

No diversion there to hinder your excursion

I wanted to explore that clearing

where the world would make more sense.

So I could see the clouds dancing

And those chirping birds prancing.

A place for me alone

And my mind finding serenity.