The dew covering the grass,
The leaves hovering above in trees like golden sheilds.
The sun caressed between the horizon and the sky,
Just beginning to wake.
This is when the world is most peaceful,
When I find myself content and wandering
How can the world be this beautiful only when I search for it? I ask myself
The trees whisper back telling me that not all wish to know.
When the sadness begins to leave my body,
As this peaceful serenity surrounds me,
I wander and find myself finally content
