serenity

in the midst of morning mist

when shrubs their petalled branches

usher towards the sky

and muted grass, though trampled,

utterly refuse to die

where trees in their devoir shadows cast

that lull and heaven through

woolly clouds the sun allows to shine,

i sense the heave of giant tides

invade the slumber of the day

‘till wearily the massive waves

retire to the borders of the sway

where wings inexhaustibly flutter

over wooded lands and plains,

i see a lonely eagle prudently soar

while circling the afternoon for prey

‘tis where I want to stay

and lounge my days away

‘tis where I want to hear

my children’s chants

and songs without a rhyme

‘tis where i want to attest their innocence

in the serenity they decree,

by the nonsense

they utter in my ear