Tranquility on the bench
Tranquility was sitting on the bench the other day,
doing as tranquility may,
It whispered to the neighboring tree,
Do you, my friend, see much of me?
The tree it shook its leaves and whispered back,
Tranquility, your presence here does not lack
I see you right near the pond every morn,
I see you when every sunrise is born,
and in the eve,
above the sky, where the moon and stars lay,
Your presence is always there, its never gone away.
Tranquility turned, to the tree with a grin,
Im always here, Ive always been.














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