Sitting Under a Tree
The purest sound of
Happiness tickles me
A drop of light plays
With the delicate protective
Layer of my body
Life, in its smallest
Form, lands a few
Inches away
Inanimate life
Falls from the
Space above
It waves in the air
Before landing
With a soft, but
Significant
Sound
Peace becomes me
Happiness tickles me
A drop of light plays
With the delicate protective
Layer of my body
Life, in its smallest
Form, lands a few
Inches away
Inanimate life
Falls from the
Space above
It waves in the air
Before landing
With a soft, but
Significant
Sound
Peace becomes me