A place full of peace people cease to know.
A place where flowers grow wild and unfold untold.
A place I often go to be alone.
Birds sing in spring and I follow their wing.Sadness seems to fade as I wade through shade.
Times like these are what bring me peace—
alone with my thoughts when I feel alone.
A quiet blue river shimmers in the distance,I’ll walk to it and explore it today.
The walk’s not far, I won’t use a car,
too much I’d miss along the way.
The beauty of a river is said to soothe.Motion of current a deterrent for the blues.
So here I’ll sit and smile for awhile—
just a little while till I tire of being alone.
From the book Kairos (print version only)