It is easy to be still
To let the long grass grow
around me
For peace is greatest when all
the noise of day is gone
Beyond me
The Warm caress of silence
Still echoes of motion
Before me
The sun sets blue around me
Six feet away they walk
Above me
the air the sea the earth all
Burn still with hopes extinct
Within me
let me not find the peace of
A rest without a dream
Awake me
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