It's the simple things that we rush through most
We use manners and niceities
But forget true gratitude.
Today, the concept of peace is simply overwhelming
Yet overwhelmingly simple.
It is the moment of vague clarity
Or the sudden awareness of a changed sameness.
Peaceful minds are content but hardly ever so.
To be ever relaxed is a mere facade
But reflection is essential
And to love and be loved is a gift.
For without the appreciation of the insignificant
How could anyone find tranquility in the significant?