08/07/2004 Part 1

as i sit, the coolness brushes by my ears
the singing of birds and frogs are near
the break of water from a fish
the ripples from the gentle wind
the rustling of squirrels in the trees
the chatter of insects behind me
the warmth of the sun on my face
as it slowly goes down, reflection of the lake
my legs weak from the hour long hike
resting here on this quiet dock tonight
squirrels running to find their dinner on the ground
it is peaceful and serene here and all around
i am here not to contemplate life but to rest
life it moves too fast for me now
and i am just here gathering speed for the rest
taking everything in of the sun's glow

© 2004 thomas bates