Peace
by
Sherry Jones
Clouds drift by
as if spirites freed.
Weighted down no longer
from heartache and greed.
A heart of a sun, beats,
looking down on all.
As birds awaken - -
give heed to their call.
A hint of jasmine
on a summer's breeze.
One moment of silence
our sould is at ease.
Tranquility awaits
those who can see
That the path to peace
is just to be.
