Is This My Peace

Is this my peace I ask myself? With one ear I hear the breeze Rustling through the leaves Of the majestic arbutus trees. With the other I hear The choppy ocean waves Crashing against the rocks below, As I lie up above On my rocky throne. My eyes are closed as I soak up The sun’s rays, it’s warmth Enveloping my lightly tanned skin. The pleasure boats below, Had they looked up to see.... A hound and a girl running the rocks, Like nimble footed mountain goats, To reach the highest of thrones Upon which I now sit taking it all in. Thoughts invade my head Like an army, trying to destroy That which I have achieved. Is this my place, my destiny, Is this where I live out my final days? What better place could there be, This heaven on earth? I ask myself. So far away from the noise Of concrete and pavement, Rushing here and there With the busyness of life! The alternative is so inviting Yes, this is my peace, Absolutely, no convincing required!