A tunnel of an assorted multiplicity of color presents itself to me
I am showered upon by gently falling leaves
And those already fallen crunch satisfactorily underneath my feet
There's a slight cool breeze blowing
I close my eyes while locks of hair brush against my cheeks
And I stop, standing still without a single sound
Despite my stillness, I am still dancing
Dancing with the leaves still blowing in the trees
And singing with the birds that sing along
Singing a peaceful and simple melody
That brings to my soul a solace
A sense of unseen beauty
Within this world, within this life...within me
Commentary:
As stated in the end of the poem, there is more to walking and having a peaceful moment. It is a connection to the soul. It makes one feel happier. It brings out an inner strength, a hope, and a brighter view of life. The unseen beauty I refer to is speaking of these things. It is a sense of wholeness and a sense of joy. There is more to beauty than that which the eye beholds.