Rest

Deep in the meadow, down Under thick trees, Slumbering Summertime Lies at ease. Limbs of the shadows there Stretch in the sun, Languidly striving with Sunrays spun. Softer than silentness Flowerbells ring; Louder than puffballs Not one thing. Robin nor sparrow now Chitter or peep; Fast in the bushes All things sleep. Arrows of memory Glide into peace; Quietly, silently, Sad things cease. Light as a melody Blown upon air, Faint as a butterfly (Oh, fly fair!), Warm as the wind is Over high grass, Deep in serenity All things pass.