Peace

Drops of sunlight between the branches, wetting the swaying grass – A bubble makes a rainbow of it, The slow tenor of solitude.

The leaves dance in twilight, teasing the wind – The wind makes a challenge of it, Blowing harder with each breath.

The boat glides silently across the lake, rippling the water- The fish make a monster of it, Trembling with each slash of the oar.

The sand lies there, glistening wet, crumbling under my feet – The crabs make an obsession of it, Crawling further with every lunge.

Drops of sunlight between the branches, wetting the swaying grass – A bubble makes a rainbow of it, The slow tenor of solitude.