Contentment suffuses the scene And peace lies softly on the land Life languishes in its grip Labour held in thrall to lassitude Neglectful now of endeavour.
In the calm Of the midday sun The farm sleeps on Parading its contentment Revealing its accord With its heritage By just being there Seemingly throughout time Amid the rolling fields Savouring The languor of a lazy day The serenity Of a sublime summer
The quiet joy of existence Tells more of peace Than a thousand pacts Life lived In alliance with nature Endowing us with serenity.
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.