A quaint serenity fills the air,
A peacefulness that is so rare.
Gone is the busyness of the day,
Replaced with a sparkling sun ray.
A bubbling brook wanders by,
As modernity begins to die.
A simple hand upon a tree,
Proves that life is still free.
Worries disappear with every step,
Leaves crumbling like every fret.
Frightened wildlife begins to show,
As their faith begins to grow.
Such beauty paints a picture just for me,
A picture that only the blind may see.