Stillness – yet hear the whispering of the breeze.
A place of quietude – yet listen to the rustling of the trees.
Hear the sound of gentle splashing as a rivulet runs by,
Whilst the call of gliding swallows comes gently from the sky.
Peaceful, like the sleeping dead, ensconced within their tombs.
Relaxing, like the baby, who sleeps in his mother’s womb.
A tranquil place, in this world, is so very hard to find,
Away from noise and bustle so familiar to mankind.
Copyright on all my poems
This was one of 400 poems of mine that were published by AMS Educational Publishers in 2010 (JOSIE'S POEMS - Reflections).