Troubles Toll

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