Dear friend
I come to you with no voice
no presence only observation
You have always been my constant
even though
you could be mowed down
and developed at the blink of an eye
I treasure you so
In my silence
I can hear the rain upon the spring waters
the mowers roar
a car passing behind me
a train in the distance
and gun target practice on the other side of the tracks
Where is my peace
I will meditate
to find an answer to this question
All has quieted for a moment
no train
no car
no mower
no target practice
The veil has been lifted for a moment
only the bird’s song and splashes from the frogs and fish can be heard
the rain has stopped and the clouds have parted
as a ray of sunshine kisses my cheek
This is our moment and for this I give thanks
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