Why are we at rest
In the presence of beauty
A field of flowers, feels just like a dream
and how can a song
with softly sung words
in a moment change everything
How is it that peace brings our walls down
Near the sound of a fresh flowing brook
And the confidence you send with just a gesture
So much said with only a look
Who is it that bars our serenity
Like a thicket you can’t find your way through
Or a fountain that’s no longer flowing
Or grass lacking new morning dew
But then comes the wind blowing gently
Raining like snow, to the ground, autumn leaves
And the pressures of the world lose their footing
As we take in, what we feel, and what we see
And if nature was king
In our hearts and our minds
We would resonate always as one
And fear would be forgotten
With the rest that he gave
Planned before the dawn of the sun
The Inspiration
There is so much construction built into the universe - as if it was planned ahead of time to provide for what we need. That credit should go to him to which it belongs.