Grace

Beneath the verdant canopy’s gentle sway,A traveler’s weary steps did slow that day.In nature’s tender clasp, the woodlands lay,Where paths diverged, his heart in silent fray.An elder, with her years spun into grace,Emerged from paths where few leave trace.Her eyes, like tomes, bore history’s face,Her voice, a tender breeze in that quiet place.”Stray traveler, as … Read more