the Sweetest Spot - David Charles Rowan

The Sweetest Spot

There’s a beautiful place, in this beautiful world

Where my fears and troubles worry me not

I can feel my soul sing, my heart unfolds

At the sweetest spot ...

A dappled path through a tunnel of trees

Sweet honey due, upon the breeze

The beauty of all mother nature sees

At the sweetest spot

Wise old badger

Cunning fox

Sunlit eye

forget me not

haunting moon

and wild cry

my heart is held by soft green moss

an inner light shines at the sweetest spot

sacred grove and ancient stone

pay no heed to the paths we roam

my heart hears the calling, my feet return home

at the sweetest spot

© David Rowan, May 2013