Quiet Moments of Nature
Within the quiet, the place the world stands nonetheless,
The breeze whispers comfortable, a young thrill.
No voices stir, no footsteps fall,
Simply nature’s breath, a soothing name.
The air is type, it lingers close to,
Brushing gently, calm, and clear.
A tranquil contact on weary pores and skin,
Inviting peace to dwell inside.
The silence wraps the earth in grace,
Time slows down on this quiet house.
The place all remains to be, but a lot is heard,
Within the language of the wind, unstated phrase.
Beneath the sky, so huge, so extensive,
The breeze turns into my silent information.
It tells of relaxation, of ease, of calm,
And in its stream, I discover my psalm.