With sadness looking around each corner
Blurry eyes still searching for some lost hope
Betrayed by death will become its mourner
Always wondering how we'll ever cope

Floating in a small stream the ducks will graze
Moving slowing around each bending reed
Drifting down the shoreline shifting our gaze
Silently watching lonely hunger feed

Lost in confines of this most peaceful place
Reflections filled in nature's paradise
Each tender stalk ripples in state of grace
Refreshing thoughts in a clear pool advise

Nature's peace given on these restless days
Abundantly found in sun's setting rays