Sunny Saturday Afternoon Poem by David Harris

Sitting on a bench
by a small lake in the sun,
watching the ripples on the water
race towards the shore,
the air held a stillness
of a world in tranquility.

I sat and watched Mother Nature
perform in all her glory
from a bench
on a quiet afternoon.
Ducks and Moor Hens
swam silently through the water.

I sat there watching quietly
leaving the rest of the world behind.
The quiet was rejuvenating
to any weakening spirit around,
just sitting there in silence
on a sunny Saturday afternoon.