This Cabin is like a mataphor but its charmingly illustrated of the view of ones life
|( THE OLD CABIN )
Densely in the woods, deep into the forest.
Lies the old cabin, the crickets are its chorus.
Nestled far into the valley, quiet is its calling.
Subtle in its beauty, against the mist when it is falling.
Weathered by moisture, but it still stands strong.
Elements bring it strength, to carry it along.
The wooden beams, its creator thought of everlasting.
A lifetime of pleasure, with each person that was passing.
Its warmth invites you, to lay back and enjoy the view.
Let the scenery awe your emotions, and mesmerize you.
Its captivating beyond words, peace at its best.
The tranquility will inspire you, to fulfill your own quest
The old cabin sits there, hidden beneath the trees.
Each day its position is different, in many degrees.
A time to look at life, to unravel the mystery within.
The old cabin in the woods, your now and your then.
© Gregory Paul 01/09/2020