Calm.

Sunday, August 16 9:41 AM

Everybody can find total peace. Somewhere, somehow... It’s out there for every single one of us. As the morning air flows through my lungs and the ocean waves crash in a melodious orchestra, I lay without a worry because forgetting what’s wrong just feels so right. I look up to pale blue with puffs of white, the skies as calm as they can be. From here, everything is in my sight. The crisp morning like a movie screen, playing a view that stretches through this city and the next. People walking, swimming, working... All like small ants from this height. High up on the balcony of Tower Suite 2 is where I have found my calm. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I prefer the ocean for my peace. I'm a long way away. The woods and nature is my peace in Michigan. A excellent poem. Hard to find calm and peace in this world. A excellent poem.
Coyote