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Click hereThe shade that clouds, a rippling wave, the trace of nature, what I crave.
When crackling embers, broke the night, through moonlights beam, of owls in flight.
My slumber took me, to my place, where chaos, people, aren't the race,
My peace would come, through waving pines, and sent by God, his' nature's kind.
They chased me hard; they walked on by, another day, not knowing why.
I sought this place, and longed too give, where my heart, can truly live.
You'll see me seldom, walking lone, His presence here, always it's known.
Taking refuge, from your storm, peace befalls me, from your harm,
As I treasure, what I've seen, your sword still deep, the cut unclean.
My return, may take a year, yet your back still turned, from learning here, this place of shelter, where it's seen, knowledge, truth, and wisdom keen.
You trek upon, this place unknowing, your recklessness', and ego showing.
Stay with those, whom know your fears, spare this place, your whining tears.
Find your comfort, where you may, I've been here long; I'm here to stay.
Copyright (c) Daniel Edward Nichols December 07, 2004