09/01/2026
Where the Creek Whispers
There is a place where time slows down,
Where weary hearts lay their burdens down.
Where the trees stand tall like ancient friends,
And every winding path gently bends.
The morning mist, the golden light,
The stars that dance through peaceful night.
The fire crackles, warm and bright,
As laughter echoes though the night.
The goats wander with gentle grace,
Bringing joy with each embrace.
Within the Maloca, spirits rise,
Hearts awaken, souls realize
That healing isn't far awayā
It lives within each present day.
Kayaks drift on waters clear,
Nature whispers, "You are here."
To breathe, to rest, to simply be,
Held by earth so tenderly.
Oh Sandy Creek, your sacred ground
Is where forgotten dreams are found.
A refuge built with love so deep,
A promise every heart can keep.
May all who wander through your gate
Discover what can never wait:
That peace is not some distant shoreā
It's found within forevermore.
