Beauty Stream Poem by Anastasia Schmidt

Here, the wind touches the swaying branchs of an exhausted, ancient williow, near-at-hand to a babbling brook i have savored over the long years
It seems that the crystal water leads to the edge of blackness, to breath grace into the lifelessness of a far off raven colored abyss.
It is thought that here, the sun releases its trusting rays time and again,
to thaw the bitterness of the world.
With the faint pale blossoms that dive down from the trees, it almost seems as if time has stopped in snow that is not frozen but full of life.
Here, where love seems to carpet and drown out all the hatred and horror of humanity, the music of wishs flow as does the cloudless stream over the disappearing blockades of ages.
Within this place honor, kindness and decency show in every dazzling rock and in every timeless element.
Where the stream of crystal blue water slowly washs past a williow tree looking of age but young with love and where pearly cherry blossoms fall like feathers and you are able to close your eyes and listen to heavens music.
Here, where i will reside for always, is a magnificent, great, and stunning lovleliness that will forever by stained in the fabric of time and will never be forgotten as long as one remembers the hope and beauty of a joyfilled past and unending future.