Eternal Dusk Poem by Faustina Marie

Follow the worn stone path
And duck under the low hanging branch
Then reach,
Reach for the heavens however you can;
Climb the fence if you must!

Scrambling among the limbs of the old oak
Is simple and soothing,
Frustrations melt and problems fade
Into the serene sub-atmosphere

The ants scurry along, oblivious
As the jays flit and chatter
At the dogs, who pine for me-
So far from the ground

The sun only just filters through the thick foliage
Holding an eternal dusk hostage
To the gnarled mossy branches
And the deep leaf carpet below them

I am safe here,
I am happy here,
Sheltered in the old oak tree