It is quiet here.
Peace wraps around my heart.
Hemmed in finest lace, the field is dressed in green and pink.
There, a fairy ring of joe-pye weed
is guarded by a weathered fence post...
If I stand very still, and listen,
I can hear a bird calling,
and the hypnotic drone of bees at work.
Wind shushes softly
through the Queen Anne's lace and iron weed.
I peer inside a secret world
that smells like sunlight...
I hold this peace inside my heart
so I can always find it.
