Serenity is found where the sun shines,
Where the water is warmed by the land.
It’s where leaves and ponds share similar greens,
And when you bury your feet in the sand.
It’s said to be heard in the sounds of the trees
Where the best sound can be nothing at all.
Your mind starts to wander with the greatest of ease,
And you realize you’re really quite small.
The brush towers over you, up to the sky,
And the moss covered boulders stand proud.
From now on you know life won’t pass you by,
Because now, serenity has been found.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
Serenity is found where the sun shines,
Where the water is warmed by the land.
It’s where leaves and ponds share similar greens,
And when you bury your feet in the sand.
It’s said to be heard in the sounds of the trees
Where the best sound can be nothing at all.
Your mind starts to wander with the greatest of ease,
And you realize you’re really quite small.
The brush towers over you, up to the sky,
And the moss covered boulders stand proud.
From now on you know life won’t pass you by,
Because now, serenity has been found.
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