Silently under the pine I sit in seams of warm sunshine The air is fresh - of earth and sky Silently, under the pine Silently beside the creek I sit and hear the words it speaks The water’s swift - shallow and deep Silently, beside the creek Silently up on the hill I sit and view below, so still The land is firm - but with a tilt Silently, up on the hill I sit. I am still. For a moment, two, or three. The world itself, slows its feel And I enjoy its company.
