TROUBLES TOLL
I sat down on the back porch swing
I was empty and felt quite through
Then a tree swayed in the gentle breeze
It’s movements in the scope of my view
The clouds seemed to mouth a message
As the floated in the sky so high above
The birds chattered in my apathetic ear
And all of nature gave a gentle shove
The peace and serenity of the evening tide
Are refueling my tired and empty old soul
The refreshing beauty of the end of day
Now easing the pain of troubles toll