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(๏ผพ *)โก
The picnic bench is damp
from the heavy rains yesterday
but I don't mind
a cool breeze shakes and
wakes the leaves
the birds are singing like they're in
a competition with each other
belting out their melodies like
they're at an audition
flying around
vying for the best spot to sing
and this is where I find
my peace
all of this was created with
me in mind
in the beginning of time
birds of red, blue, brown and grey
big, little, timid, flamboyant
coexisting to exist
yeah, this is where peace can
be found
among the birdsong and
the memory of raindrops
I can change my
bench- dampened pants
but I won't because
it's a reminder of
rain drops on my bench
in my own little
patch of peace
created
just for me.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. โค๏ธ
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Comments (2)
This reminds me of the following. Isaiah 26:3 which says, "You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You."
The birds being in competitions and auditions was so cute. Loved your photo and poem!