Light glitters on water ripples
Moon full in the sky above
Stars twinkle in the jet-black
Fall air brisk in the cove
Frogs sing their mellow cries
An owl make known from wood
He stops his rowing to listen
Would stay forever if he could
Peace, a peace and quiet, a peace
A quiet so pure as the crickets sound
Stillness with a gentle breeze
Hear the bay of a far off hound
One with the world with its own soul
A peace that stirs the deepest core
Silent of the noise of another mortal
Only nature to make heart soar
Without the racing of man’s world
Forever would one want to stay
Within a place forever unchanging
Keeping the rest of society at bay.
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