Bliss and the Silence
Tis true that silence can be bliss;
It all depends on me;
Relaxed and focused, breathing still --
Beneath my maple tree.
Nature brings to me such peace
As calmness floods my soul;
The sweet perfume of lilacs soothes;
All oneness to extol.
Blue sky above my canopy
Refreshes and renews;
The breeze so soft and songs of birds,
New life in me infuse.
I may not stay there very long
For tis enough to know
That, anywhere, I can recall
What silence doth bestow.
Doreen (Adams) Ellis
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