One With Serenity

Sunlight peeks through clouds
and dances on the tips
of blades,
green and rich as moss
in a swamp.

Vines softly touch
the stream, as if
yearning to be one
with the peaceful sea.

The constant rush of water
loosely hugs the rocks
while passing by,
continuing on to its journey
of greatness.

Like a stampede, the
peace is broken with
a rush of white rapids,
hurriedly bashing and crashing
against each other for
freedom.

The result is serenity.
Peculiar insects scurry
across calm waters, like
the worker bees in Times Square.
A lizard scampers under a rock,
leaving its aqua tail exposed to
the sunlight.

As the breeze rustles the
tall pines and disturbs a
shrub's slumber,
I look up;
embracing the heat
on my flesh,
embracing the joy,
embracing nature's beauty.