by Anease Lacaze

Created on: October 08, 2008

Under the dimly lit forest,

I hand myself a gift. Limbs-

blow and sway in the mist,

leaves falling one by one.

Each flutters as it tumbles

down to the damp ground-

their wispy nature punctuated

by the drip drop of the dew drops.

I know my time has come-

My only chance is now-

For inner peace can be fleeting,

fleeting as a summer breeze.

I open my hand-

My mind senses quiet-

it's now completely still. My calm

has come; My serenity- honed.

In my hand lay an olive branch-

Its leaves are wet; they glisten

under the moonlight. Each twig-

knotted and complex, but peaceful.

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