E Naughton

Calm

Calm

The calm, the quite

While grazing this grass

The peace of the present

No fear of the past

The feel of the wind

The rain on my skin

The warmth of the sun

No tomorrow within

The taste on my tongue

The feel of right now

No thoughts do I have 

From where did I come

No plans do I have to sleep for a while

No thoughts of my waking 

Or walking for miles