The Way To My Soul Tree

Living channel, with fans of reeds

Winding your way through the natural quilt,

Love glistens on your green waters,

Life above, and below the black silt.

Fish encapsulated on the aquatic road

Send bubble messages, rippling through

The surface tension, and ripples flow

In spherical motion for universal view.

The land on either side, stoic, vast,

Obscures the canal with its minding trees

Mocking the world as they stand protecting

The still water, with the help of the breeze.

A Lone swan, waits upon the bank,

Its mate absent, away, but still it waits

For the other's return from a far off land,

Separated by the winds of fate.

And as I walk the towpath so well known,

To visit my ancient soul with arms abound,

I gasp as I take in the visions about me

Love and Beauty sewn in the ground.