The Lull
The trees outside my old front door
Grow leaves of emerald green
They stretch into the clearest sky
That I have ever seen
The pavements sit and listen in
To cheerful, bright birdsong
They wonder why the city sounds
Have ceased their rhythmic throng
A cat surveys the neighbourhood
It guards the quiet street
It takes a break to sunbathe
In the cosy, springtime heat
I open up the window wide
I set my doubt aside
I take my time, breathe in and out
Surrender to the tide
Though life’s dark clouds are fearsome things
We’ve weathered them before
So, let us great these golden hours
Without fear’s underscore
The world outside is still for now
It rests its weary core
And whilst it dreams in peacefulness
We’ll treasure it the more
Our friends and memories, love and joy,
They do not run from sight,
But whisper to us, kind and true,
And tell us ‘just sit tight’
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Just beautiful.
Make sure you feel it deep!