What we do...

 

A day bright and sunlit

breezes curling about

the pliant foliage of

natural life

A tranquility whose

exterior conceals all

For to see clearly it

is inside our minds 

and homes a reality

to find

 

A child plays with glee

in the shade of an

outstretched tree

The labourer with bricks

builds a wall, a house

A mother cooks and bakes

for the sake of those she

loves

A bus driver steers his route

with passengers surveying a

moving landscape

 

A nurse tends lovingly

to the infirm and old

as a school teacher is

ready to scold

Games are played

balls thrown aloft

Fishermen patiently wait 

with their bait for a

hoped for catch

 

Cashiers count money

more than they will

ever own

Birds sing in a copse

of trees

free and happy to be

A farmer ploughs

to garner his yield

so that we can

eat of our needs

 

People dance in merriment

festivals and parties

to gladden the heart

Whilst scientists put

the finishing touches 

to their latest 

nuclear warhead

 

O give me peace and joy

abandonment from the

maladies that beset

our race

And the good grace to

accept even that which

grieves my soul

over which I exercise

no control