Tranquillity - Poem by Rod Morris
Have you ever sat upon the sand and listened to the sea?
Perhaps you wondered to yourself, how did this come to be.
Have you seen the sun, kiss low-down clouds, they blush impulsively.
Then on it climbs to spread its light, for all the world to see.
The waterfalls, the rivers, the creeks sing endlessly.
Just stop; take time to listen, it perfection musically.
Then when the day is over and the sun sets magically.
Once more perhaps you wonder how all this came to be.
The sighing wind, the singing bird, the greenness of a tree.
Why do these simple pleasures, lead to such tranquillity?
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