Peace

Her head hits the branch,

She looks to the sky,

The wind whistles through

The leaves,

The sun creates ribbons

Of translucent gold

Through just enough dust

To see,

She looks to the side

To see the grass shimmer,

She’s never seen something

So green,

She listens with ears

Tuned into the sounds

That match her own heart as

It beats.

She may never find

Perfection in life,

But she’d never say she didn’t

Find peace.