"Peaceful Serenity"
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Clouds up in the sky,
birds gliding on the breeze,
the silence of the desert,
winds blowing through the tree's.
The moisture on the grass,
after an early morning dew,
picture's of natural beauty,
and there's more than just a few.
The sound of the wave's,
as they crash against the shore,
or the patter of a rain shower,
once heard there's a craving for more.
The cry of a newborn baby,
telling the world that he is here,
thing's we take for granted,
but yet we hold so dear.
The buzzing from the bee's,
gathering nectar from the rose,
thing's that say "Peaceful Serenity",
we could hear them all if we chose.
Written By: Mike Parsons
September 1, 2003
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