Under Shady Brook


With the touch of your hand
you beckon me to look
at a raccoons paw prints in the sand
Under Shady Brook

The pristine waters are untouched by time
It’s aroma delights the senses under cloudless skies
Wandering in quiet reflection, we can't see the signs
Of just how quickly the time here flys

Flora and fauna, amass in great numbers
Soon the intoxicating air here overwhelms us with slumber
Peering with stalwart glances, it unleashs a hypnotic spell 
Blessed in this serenity, its secret we shall never tell

When we awake, the heavens open before us
While gentle creatures sing, a nightwing's chorus
A raging fire dances in the moonlight
Orchestrating the grand finale on this special night

When morning arrives, the sun bursts into the sky
The crisp clean air, we breath in is exhaled with a sigh
Unveiling the night,  morning brings a fresh look
Its a wonderful existence, here under shady brook

John P. Zawitoski

5/22/97

copyright 1997 By Nightwing Productions