Humility amidst the grand majestic,.
At one time, evening kindlings replaced sunlight till dawn.
Many seasons and elemental burdens,
Expose scars of the tattered yet steadfast and strong.
A solitude which breathes in slowly,
With eyes closed, and soft smile.
And exhales upon drapes of perfection.
Not realizing he too is to be admired…
©2017 Elizabeth Dianne Johnson