Peace

Grandmother Oak whispered peace.

Usually, I come to her and

sorrow pours out of my body.

Today, gentle wind caresses my hair

and sun shines bright on my face.

With each breath,

a calmness from within,

a gentle knowing as soft as the breeze.

The sun is warm and the air is cool.

Birds serenade and crickets keep rhythm.

The wind in the trees like the gentle waves of the sea.

A beautiful symphony.

Peace, finally, true peace.

Have I returned home at last?