REST

REST
Rest is the Singapore Botanic Garden 
in the heart of runaway metropolis 
a cathedral in time 
or the coolness of Notre Dame 
in the blistering summer day 
if traversing thirsty places 
Rest is lush silver-green inside out 
Rest waves its leafy branches 
whispers long seasons of dreamy nothing 
along the empty afternoon road 
like tall, twinkling poplars of yesterday long ago 
Rest laughs its head off the way 
hummingbirds buzz and shimmer 
Rest is an Olympic champion 
running the length of riverbanks forever 
and a day in the stillness of Eden-like meadow grass 

Rest is together like hand in hand 
played both with words and instruments of art 
be it of music or sport or playing cards 
Rest is head over heels for waterfalls 
just loves gorging on spring water 
Rest is when the flowers are ringing with silence 
Rest calls us to good deeds 
Rest invites us to remember 
but many do not hear that call or heed 
Rest remains as empty as a train at midnight 
and few are who find its promises