Morning Solace


Wake to a brilliance, a cathartic calm,

It is the nature walk of our own sanity

We will recall the beauty of life’s palm

In the heart of a thoughtful humanity


While in another part of the world

We notice there is fighting as a constant

Moral victory never be thought herald

When human condition; evil is instant


Without notion of beauty or elegance

When standing in the wood the dense green

Could forever shape a less impulsive chance

To relish the delicious world we have seen


For if in the moment of a dove’s quiet release

We do know if thoughtful there may be a peace.

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