The Spectator

Walking a shadowy distance
Telling the world all is fine
The Green, The Blue
All is fine in the world
The trees stand firm
The sky floats high
The world moves together,
Keep the mind simple
Let the thoughts clear
Drowning the troubles within,
All is fine here
No harm is done
No weakness is reached
Distanced from all
Walking, admiring the world
For all is fine where I stand