The breeze through the trees casts shadows as the sunlight dances between every limb &  bough.

The birds chirp and rustle, insects buzz and people bustle as the clouds roll along.
Groups of happy souls mill about, blissfully so as I sit and I think and I watch as they go.

I labor for peace, inward and out, yet never find confidence... only doubt.
I sit and I watch as the world ages around
me and I think to myself
'What a beautiful day to not exist.'