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.