The V

At this time of the year, the big oak trees on both side Of street are loaded with emerald green leaves. Where the street ends, it creates a huge V in sky. When the sun recedes into soft evening and birds come to roost, Walking alone on empty quiet street I made a V With my fingers to follow that V shape, In trying to unite with the silent tranquil space's Vast sketch of peace and spread out grace. A chain of thought flashed through my mind. Numerous ancient symbols are buried mystically Deep in letter V, now shrouded in history of time. The great God Pan - worshiped by ancient Greeks, Lord of Shepard, rustic music, and wild of hills, Or the V for the victory- Churchill's famous hand sign, Not to mention the Japanese peace sign glittering in Neon light crossed through my internal eyes. But all this long history of letter V only had a faded Presence behind nature's big and impressive canvas. Here a vernacular design was hung in front of me Made by an unpretentious and superb artist's Natural brush strokes and simple lines. Just as I was about to take my eyes off from the sky, Few wild geese came flying through that V shape And disappeared quickly into the dense dome of trees.