Serenity
Beneath the trees
Nature is sleeping
No one to bother
None there to care
Dreams of acorns, grass its greenest
You'd think the Lord took refuge there
Melodic whispers through the pines
Sing a song, a lullaby
Before you know, the world is still
Beyond the forest, problems lie
You see the nature of the beast
In war and famine, hate and crime
Beneath the trees all is quite still
Serenity both heart and mind
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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