Quiet Times

When the world is at a stand still
And the heart is slowly beating
There is more than words to fill
What humans end up cheating.
With all the noise they make
When they could just relax,
Enjoy what’s real not fake
Like the music of a flute and sax.
Or enjoy the soft breezes of spring
That float through the languid day
Or enjoy the sweet smells flowers bring
With their long lasting fragrance to stay.
Even storms have an eye for calmness
Eventually ceasing their unsettled wild
By producing a gentle fondness
For the unappreciated winds so mild.
let the day calm you down when you can
For the quiet times are so  few
And the reality of the noisiness by man
Can’t beat the quiet times so true.


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