I take a meander about the grounds and reflect appropriately. That I should be so lucky to live here! The soaring trees, the shadows and the light, the long, wind blown meadow grass alive with the singing crickets. The deep cool club mosses, a thousand flowers.
The glory of world lies before me. The challenge lies in embracing this moment, this here and now, and not wondering about the inevitable future. And if one considers the future, who is to say that the gain will not outweigh the loss. If now is alive in beauty can the future be less?
A beautiful poem. Yes – it is.