I sit between three trees so small yet so wise,
They have lives, they have scars.
I hear the soft breeze brushing the leaves,
Through, through the calm air,
The water rippling, here & there, not quit everywhere,
It is green & brown, clear, blue, orange & tan,
Depravations of sound surround me,
Birds squawk, tweet, tweet,
I can hear only the water, it is silent!
There are dead leaves everywhere to be seen,
So many, yet so few.
The air is fresh, very clean, I haven't
Coughed, sneezed, or anything,
I think this needs to be a disease, so someone can catch it,
And spread it around,
If all of the earth were to sit up & think,
I believe they would not know, but if
Everyone could once,
Experience this place, they would agree on the
TRANQUILITY!
R. E. Knight