New Poets Wednesday - Amaya's Dream - by Mykl V Moore

A secret place where streams meet,

my woodland grove is found.

Patches of moss finding life

amongst the ferns and fallen trees.

Sounds of a waterfall

carried over by a gentle wind.

Caressing the senses

with the fragrance of flowers.

The pulse of Gaia,

the journey to the heart,

where tapestries are woven

our radiance shines.