Sitting by favorite spot
on a bench by a small lake
watching the breeze
stirring waves in the long grass,
all the lime listening to the serenity
of a Native American flute’s peaceful wail
drifting across in the wind
as the sun sparkles on the water
generating a place of peace.
As I sit alone in silence
caught within nature’s grasp
the stresses of life
are left well behind
in the serenity around me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem