This is a poem I wrote for a family member of mine.
My cousin was a very quiet and calm baby, so I wrote this poem for him, using this name as a symbol for tranquility
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¹There I sat, Skipping rocks.
The ripples in the pond,
spread like fire in a forest.
Wildfire.
²Every time the rock hit the water,
ripples spread out.
It was peaceful and quiet
like Jamison.
³Like Jamison.
The quietest of all.
Not a person,
but the spirit of silence.
⁴The spirit of silence,
Peace and tranquility.
Jamison, a ray of sunshine,
the flame of hope in the darkness.
The light of life itself.
⁵A gentle spring breeze,
helped carry the ripples along.
The leaves of the trees swayed,
and danced to the musical breeze
⁶The grass, a silk green blanket
perfect for sitting.
The glade as whole
was a pure, perfected,
creation of nature.
⁷Its like the world is
chaos and there was
a veil draped over
this glade.
⁸Not a veil of darkness
but that of Jamison.
A veil of peace, silence
and tranquility.
⁹“Nature's first green is gold
her hardest hue to hold”
Unless it is this glade
nature will fade
Without the veil
colour shall fail.
