Serenity Spring
I lay me down beside still water,
in the green, green grass of spring.
Far from the long, hard winter's fury,
far from the howling wind's sting.
I smell the fragrant wildflowers,
listen to the song birds sing.
Far from the flash flood's fury,
destroying all hard works bring.
I bathe in the warm sun's glory,
for a moment, forget everything.
Far from the hounds of war,
waiting for the bells to ring.
I sleep the sleep of serenity,
and wake to begin again.
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3/22/08