Peace where have you vanished?
What chased you away from mind?
Summer is about to end-
Autumn breeze tosses brown leaves in air
Scattered on ground wrinkled and curled
Falling acorns break the silence.
Little squirrels chase each other down from a tree
The one on grass nibbles on an acorn – care free
Her cautious eyes looking straight into my eyes
She senses a familiarity in my figure slight
Careful but not fearful is her demeanor.
A monarch came to rest upon rose bush
Wilted and scorched from Summer’s heat
A patch of white cloud floats in blue sky
Beneath it a morning doves glides high.
Nature is restive and calm for a down turn
Though restless is mind for no reason
O! Peace! Where have you gone to hide!
Come back and calm this tumultuous tide.
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