outdoors

Peace

Tranquil

The river brings sustanance yet its broken from what is used to be

Beauty flows down river

Along with the current

That carries ducks and fish away

Looking down the river carries more than ducks and fish

It carries tranquility, memories, wishes, desires...

While looking down the river those thoughts flow seemlessly

Peace flows down river

Peace is not in plastic improvement, nor in larger endowments

It is in the flowing river and the chirping bird

The green grass and the stamping herd

The ebb of the horizon

Is also the ebb of our existence

Tranquility will not come through endless pairs of shoes, shiny cars, and pockets overflowing

It will not

It will come though the cemetery at night

While the shadows of animals are mistaken for spirits

Tranquility is attainable through the shell on the beach

It has floated a million miles to get to someone's feet

The bird and the whale all wish to live free

If they can't? Why should we?

Silhouettes of mocking birds,

Tigers and leopards charging their score

these things to view and admire can bring tranquility

Viewing nature is at a loss

Noone cares about the white horse riding in the distance

Noone cares for the little toad...hopping over sticks and through streams....

The children do,

and they know that we all once loved these things.