Blessed By Nature's Long, Silent Hours
I prefer the quiet ways of the countryside,
To the roar of the city's incessant traffic:
Where the deep, textured realms of beauty are denied;
Where time speeds quickly by; life's clock constantly ticks.
I'm at peace when I see trees abound with blossoms;
When I hear murmuring bees amidst the flowers.
I awaken to the soft light of the morning sun,
And bathe in the mirthful summer's long and drowsy hours.
Friday, May 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude