The watchful gaze of the giant pine groves

My mind met me

in a quiet moment.

I felt along the

patterned cotton ropes

letting me stay awhile,

swaying in nature's breath.

A hushed sound~ unarranged,

yet weaving through the leaves

with such purpose,

I try and place its melody.

The clouds sit

as I trace lines of inked pages;

words, dancing in the sunlit breeze.

What had I just paused to ponder? A fleeting similitude to jot down.

Yes. The revelation of brotherhood.

Within the creaking bark

the swaying trees above,

recognizes each leaf

turned by my hand

from the book on my lap.