Restoring Balance

Restoring Balance Let me sleep in fields of primrose; Allow me the peace of a shade tree. For my worries to drift as the wind blows; My spirit, blissfully free. Should my thoughts carry to memories; And for a moment relive my youth. To childlike dreams and simplicity; The evening shadows my sooth. May the gentle rain wash over me; To cleanse me from all trace. My spirit drifts in harmony; To another time and place. Forget the day that transpired; Release the waves of wrought. Let nature's embrace rekindle my fire; For worldly matters can be forgot. As sun sets and night begins; The shadows of clouds arrive. With a deep sigh, I shall rescind. Ever grateful to be alive. By: Darlene Doll Smith