A Quiet Place
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When seeking a respite from the city,
I turn to nature's calm and tranquil ways.
And go to a lake that's beyond pretty,
a quiet place to stay for a few days
while I relax, soaking up the sun's rays.
The primeval pulse of nature, for me,
is felt in rugged places, still serene.
There, I readjust my reality,
finding places pristine, peaceful, and green;
where nature cuts my strings and sets me free.
A babbling brook mutes anxiety's voice,
granting quietude to my troubled soul.
Society and stress leave me no choice,
life's like filling in a bottomless hole
with little hope of ever feeling whole.
I love hiking through the old-growth forests,
surrounded by tall, centuries-old trees.
Nature needs no gardeners or florists;
and I get to shout as loud as I please,
communicating with the birds and bees.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2021
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