A Quiet Place
A quiet place, to rest one’s bones
by the stream of stepping stones
Water trickles wild mosses grow
and rushes on edge, gently blow
A quiet place, to forget about work
Close ones eyes, escape life’s murk
Feel cooling winds caress our face
and soft moments filling headspace
A quiet place, where time sits still
Lost are troubles amongst the hills
At one with nature, no more cares
and if the world ends, be unaware
A quiet place, has no need for hope
everything fits nicely, here we cope
Seize these minutes to take a break
and enjoy the dream, whilst awake
By David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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