A Simple Repose

There is solace in the silent stone There is serenity as feathers brush a quiet breeze There is tranquility in the ambient veneer of placid water There is composure with every free falling leaf There is grace as birds are freed from their earthly bounds There is contemplation in the consolation of rooted trees There is stillness at the edge of obscure night skies There is silence in the hushed standstill of winds There is singular joy in every heart that knows For this is nature’s harmony In every moment of placid stillness Speaking its ancient language of ‘forever’ Delicately promising a simple constancy Sighing within each breath Witnessing its beauty