My Peaceful Day Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

That precious world i long to crave,
A minute of it means a wondrous live,
A second of it means a refusal to leave,
Its ecstacy of comfort means a good build,
For a life never mean a joy be made.

Watching those fireflies circling the crown,
Is a little thing to remember of one's peace,
Those lingering petals of morning purple blooms,
Did one notice how peace live in such mist?
Did one ever touch the soft alluring surf,
Playing the waves of eternal destiny?
How fortunate are those, who have all the time,
To watch the very thing of simple peace around.