Stirring The Silence
A hammock strung between two trees,
by Ernestine Northover
Is swinging gently, to and fro,
Here one can idly rest at ease,
In this wild flower strewn meadow.
The clear fresh air goes wafting by,
bees and butterflies claim their space.
Such nectar here for all to try,
In nature’s unspoken embrace.
With luscious grass beneath the feet,
And sunbeams playing all around,
The insect noises all compete,
Stirring the silence, so profound.
With sultry days, no need to rush,
Long gone, the bustle and the strain.
Here with its solitude and hush,
One finds true sanity again.