Inspiration from a fellow writer And a chance at contemplation on a peaceful Saturday afternoon Have led to a quest for forgotten moments And thoughts of pleasant abstractions. A hint at appreciative visuals Carries the thought to a fig tree Growing majestically in its place in its earthen patch. Words fail to describe the abundance of life that exists As sparrows flit through branches heavily laden with fruit While the wind gently rustles leaves shaped like green hands outstretched, Casting gentle shadows on a silently bustling anthill. A hummingbird zooms in to smell a fruit, Squeaks twice, and exits with the soft thrum of its wings. A lizard skitters through the jungle of grass and snaps up a mouthful of ants Bringing chaos to the ant kingdom. Yet tranquility is soon restored to the fig tree soaking in the solar rays, And the tomato quietly ripening under a cloudless sky. Under that same sky, countless battles rage And boiling chaos tears at its leash. All of creation groans with pain of labor As the fallen dig deeper in their graves And are consumed by beastly desires. In a forest, countless leaves gently whisper their sorrows As warm light dances through the shadows. The surface of a pond, as smooth as glass Is only momentarily broken by ripples of activity While the beholder stares deeply into the reflection. Below the surface, ghoulish beings lurk in the mire While deeper still, the mud of hypocrisy churns wildly As the unworthy tongues set in and will clash in unfathomable violence. There is something desperately wrong Yet churlish scoffers ignore the signs Blinded in selfishness and greed. Again and again they play games of chess Where all the pieces are pawns Replaced with fake queens While the kings of value are forgotten Set aside until they are shot to pieces. Yet all this is hidden, beneath the surface of impeccable glass As devilish turmoil roars beneath the skins of men. There is but one hope for a life of meaning In which true peace can be restored.