There is nothing wrong with beneath.
Sometimes I prefer to dwell here
Among earthly things to amuse,
Running the risk of being caught
In tangled grip of undergrowth.
Too much to distract and let go,
Impeding my return aloft.
Inner light shines through the darkness,
Showing me the way to rejoin
The path, to soar above again.
5 thoughts on “Beneath”
Thank you Annie, I’m pleased that you like it 🙂
Very, very nice — love the perspectives — in both the poem and photo.
Thank you Jen, your feedback is important to me, Robert