The morning calls, but I remain,
In warmth and quiet, free from strain.
Birdsong drifts through restful air,
Yet rising seems a burdened dare.
Voices press with worldly cries,
“Get up, get out, pursue the prize.”
“Seize the day,” they sternly chide,
But here in peace, I will abide.
Outside, the dangers, tempers flare,
In bed, I find a gentler care.
Though chaos spreads on every side,
Here in this peace, I will reside.
Let the world demand its way,
In tranquil stillness, I will stay.
My gift to all, a silent choice,
To lie in peace, a muted voice.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Rolph David.
Published on e-Stories.org on 07/05/2024.
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