Quietly wonderful,
Hearing
The pop, pop, gurgle
Of the waterfall.
Rain drops carelessly
Upon the tent
Sounds like firecrackers
Celebrating creation.
Here, is the new world,
Here, is the old alike.
Nature, lovingly indifferent,
Serene and fierce.
A resolute resolution,
Beauty without measure,
The forever moment,
Freedom's lair.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedoms-lair/
