Serenity by Robin Ann

Though we welcome the gentle whispering winds that flow, and lay in silence the soft morning which alight its own glory. Capturing its flame, its bliss of no other sound held itself strong and naturally elemental free. And wishing Serenity shed a glimpse of what a solitary tear would have been. The single moment entered quietly., In hopes of all given to its capable of being. By sometimes feeling unheard, Serenity gives without taking away. Choices were made entering at will. Never standing alone. Never being alone. As to waves that kiss the sands to an open shore. To come to Knowing what soon means.