I lay in the sweet cool valley,
and survey the wondrous scene,
all around me I see great beauty and serenity.
I feel the sweet grace,
of the way the fields wave at the morning sun,
a wonderful poetry of motion,
in the flight of the butterflies,
sweet surrender in the way,
the trees sway in the cool breeze.
I ponder the beauty of it all,
as I quietly relax in the morning sun,
and wonder how it could all be so peaceful,
when just a few miles away,
a great city teems with noise and pollution.
Donavon Scott Vinson
