A Passing Moment

Leaves drifting past my head I stood listening,

No sound of man invading this peaceful moment.

Air crisp and cool, scents carried by the wind,

A hawk circles in the sky searching for food.

Many days I spent when I was young,

Marveling at the beauty nature presents us.

The rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze,

The chatter of squirrels playing in the trees.

Alone I walk wondering about the past,

Was I the first person to pass this way,

Intruding in a place better left untouched,

By the scars man leaves behind in passing.

My youth is far behind me now,

The places I can be alone are fewer.

The sounds of man return shattering the quiet.

But for a moment I recalled the past.

I continue my journey with greater care,

Not to disturb that which I leave behind.

Hoping that those who come after I,

Will also find a peaceful moment in time.

Randall Beers

© December 3rd 1999