Once in a whispering willow, I lounged with complete contentment.
The worries of the future did not have a grip on me.
For in this whispering willow, I was able to wonder in my mind.
The breeze was so soft against my skin
And the sun shone so gently and perfectly.
In the background beautiful tinges of sound beguiled me;
Birds chirped, cats tussled, cows grazed.
A moment in time, a moment in perfection
Before the days of discontentment.
Looking back at that moment, is a place called peace
And to find it again is a place called hope.
When the world was simpler and the color of turquoise.
Like ribbons softly waving in the breeze.
Ribbons of magenta, sunflower yellow, tangerine, turquoise, violet.
Beauty was present and pleasure was innocent.
Long before the days of corruption, adulthood.
Once more, these days will return, but the question begs me….
Will I be there? Will I recognize it?
I search for this moment and then there it is….
A slight whisper saying, “See the beauty, the peace…. Don’t forget”.