Stop and smell the Life

Zephyr flowing to me
Smelling sweet and pure
Twisting oaken branches
Greeting me kindly
Earthen grassy floor
Holding my body softly
The sounds of newly hatched birds
Lulling me to sleep
The rustle of branches and leaves
Drowning out my troubles
All is peaceful
All is kind
All is well

Reviews

[Glen]

a description of a reality or a dream of what might be...either way; this is perfectly haunting...you have a ancient soul

[alltheloveabove]

Reading this poem made me imagine happy things. Lovely.