Blessed By Nature's Long, Silent Hours Poem by DM W

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.