posted on Jun, 30 2016 @ 07:08 AM
It's quiet here, found a private place,
A few moments so I can try to breathe.
Precious seconds away, from the rat race,
That sometimes I just really need.
So picturesque, a silent stillness,
It's the calm before the morning storm,
That frees me from the world's illness,
Of busyness that's become the norm.
Too soon the moment seems to past,
But I relished it while it was here.
Such a shame that they never last,
Those quiet moments we hold so dear.
edit on 30-6-2016 by blend57 because: (no reason given)