Finding Myself Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

I sit here in idleness looking out at the sylvan view
the breeze drifts through the treetops, gently swaying passing through
The sound of water trickling as it drops down into the pond
and busy birds calling as they fly by and beyond
The garden is my pleasure, a place of peace and balm
from a world so full of noise and hurt, in here I feel so calm
I watch the clouds above me as they change from white to grey
and note the altering patterns as they continue through the day
My thoughts are held in abeyance as I sit here at my ease
there's nobody to worry me, no-one that I should please
I can sit here in my garden room at peace with all around
enjoying the quiet moment, content in what I've found.