Rustling leaves and twittering birds,
The faint sound
Of a distant train.
A cool breeze plays with my hair,
Blowing all over my face
And sways the hammock,
Back and forth.
A twig snaps.
Birds stop.
It's just a squirrel.
This,
The natural tone of life,
Resumes its melodies
And carries on like
Nothing has happened.
The birds chirp, the wind conducts
The dancing grass, and
The hammock and I play along.
Serenity.
Rustling leaves and twittering birds,
The faint sound
Of a distant train.
A cool breeze plays with my hair,
Blowing all over my face
And sways the hammock,
Back and forth.
A twig snaps.
Birds stop.
It's just a squirrel.
This,
The natural tone of life,
Resumes its melodies
And carries on like
Nothing has happened.
The birds chirp, the wind conducts
The dancing grass, and
The hammock and I play along.
Serenity.