Saturday, June 28, 2008

Country Peace

The rustling leaves,
Brings that wondrous feeling
The town people miss
Called country peace.
There is low silence,
Deep in its shallowness,
Forever going
Forever reaching.
I lie in the open air,
Letting the breeze blow
My ruffled hair
My face too
Rubbing it softly
But earthly through.
Natural quietness,
Is a comforting cushion
That balms the mind
From earthly confusion.
I love nature,
And its rustling leaves
The quietness of mind
Whatever good nature gives.
I thank nature for it leaves,
My thoughtful mind
Well at peace
Rich at ease.

MOOD, 1974.

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