I sit quietly in the garden,
The day drawing to a close,
The stillness around me,
The soft sounds of Debussy
In the background,
Accompanying the orchestra of birds
As they settle for the evening.
I look up from my book
And listen,
Listen to the music,
Listen to nature,
Transported to ecstasy.
The stillness still surrounds me,
Protecting me from the rigours of haste.
I quietly calm down from the day,
With reading, music and nature,
Preparing me for the night,
Where sleep will strengthen me,
To be ready for another day.