Serenity
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David Harris
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Sitting by favorite spot
on a bench by a small lake
watching the breeze
stirring waves in the long grass,
all the lime listening to the serenity
of a Native American flute’s peaceful wail
drifting across in the wind
as the sun sparkles on the water
generating a place of peace.
As I sit alone in silence
caught within nature’s grasp
the stresses of life
are left well behind
in the serenity around me.
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