outside

[R.C. KITCHENS]

A soothing laugh can calm an aching soul
Yet a melody from a bird will wake the man
It is not trivial, the pursuit of senses,
we live to find meaning in life and seldom
do without sadness.

It was along the banks of the Hurricane
Shoals, where great large stones set
with rushing water raging over them.

The sound was like white noise
from the television only amplified
There were oaks, pines and maples
each in an array of shaded oranges
reds and greens.

It wasn't long before someone slipped
on the rocks and started to wail
The smell of charcoal and the excitement
of voices chattering,

Reminded me of the birds in the morning
right before sunrise.

Great symmetry echoing

EDIT 1

It was along the banks of the Hurricane
Shoals, where great large stones set
with rushing water raging over them.

A soothing laugh can calm an aching soul
Yet a melody from a bird will wake the man
It is not trivial, the pursuit of senses,
we live to find meaning in life and seldom
do without sadness.

The sound was like white noise
from the television only amplified
There were oaks, pines and maples
each in an array of shaded oranges
reds and greens. They stood high
above the landscape like painted
abstractions.

The children played on slippery stones
It wasn't long before someone slipped
and started to wail
The smell of charcoal was immense
and the excitement of voices chattering,
Reminded me of the birds in the morning
right before sunrise.

EDIT 2

A soothing laugh can calm an aching soul
Yet a melody from a bird will wake the man
It is not trivial, the pursuit of senses,
we live to find meaning in life and seldom
do without sadness.

It was along the banks of the Hurricane
Shoals, where great large stones set
with rushing water raging over them.

The sound was like white noise
from the television only amplified
There were tall and petite oaks,
pointed pines and large maples
moving in flourishing motion
each in an array of shaded oranges
reds and greens.

The children played on the stones
laughter abound in the height of
the waves
It wasn't long before someone slipped
and started to wail
The smell of charcoal and the excitement
of voices chattering over the subtle
landscape,
Reminded me of the birds in the morning
right before sunrise.