serenity

in the midst of morning mist when shrubs their petalled branches usher towards the sky and trampled grass, though muted, 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 tired tides invade the slumber of the day till wearily the cumbered mass retire to the borders of the sway where wings inexhaustibly wave at wooded lands and plains, an eagle majestically climbs the afternoon to prey in the midst of all this bliss i'll stay and lounge my days away i'll hear my children chime and their songs without a rhyme i'll witness their naivety and saviour their piety i want to hear the nonsense...they utter in my ear