Trickling water babbles over stones
In a small stream that feels like home,
Sitting close on the grassy bank
Letting time flow along in the same way,
Thinking of nothing but stilling the mid
While being aware of my surrounds,
Birds chirping and insects flit by and buzz
Nature to me is a wonder of which I love,
Clouds like torn cotton occasionally pass above
I sit here in harmony and peace along with a white dove.
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