days of quiet

here is the forest
the world withdraws a little;
quiet, silent and calm
the trees wait in their own nature

The morning is beautiful, the progress of the day smooth and the evening pleasant and the nights pensive and still. Time moves slowly and thought is as radiant as the sunlight that streams through.

Let us dwell here then a while, where it is peaceful. Let us rest us here awhile where the world drops off, distant from one.

the path leads nowhere
one is drawn to silence;
the leaves glisten
and the breeze speaks
of things past words

Let us rest then in this, where the clamor ceases, where beauty may keep one company.