Gently

The birds faintly chirp

as the sun begins to sink

below the horizon.

A light shade of darkness

hangs over the world.

Greenery grows,

revealing that spring has

come at last.

 

The darkness of winter

is long gone,

melted away into

a breathtaking paradise.

It’s here that I lie,

my hair loose from

its bindings that

a cool, pure breeze

sweeps through it and

across my skin.

I breathe gently,

more easily

than before.

 

I close my eyes;

the world passes by.

No rush for me.

I go slowly,

gently,

trying to see the world.

All of this poetry

in motion…I’m glad

I haven’t missed it.

 

Sometimes we go

faster and faster

until it feels like

we can’t stop and…

The snow white petals

of the trees lie

in the grass around me.

Dusk comes slowly,

gently as night comes.

Here it’s a balance of life,

light and dark.

There is no “good”

nor “evil.”

 

As we move slowly,

slowly…

And still so gently,

there is only peace.