By Michael W. Raley
A cup of hot tea
Is just what I need
To unwind from this day.
The sun has set, no longer shining its rays.
The sky is dominated by the moon’s glow.
Soon I ‘ll reach for my copy of Thoreau
And off to Walden Pond we will go;
The secret to the simple life I yearn to know.
I grow weary of the daily shuffle and bustle,
As I try to stay a step ahead of the hustle.
I seek to hear nature’s rapturous song sang by the birds,
Accompanied by the melodious thunder of a distant herd.
I would gladly trade this busyness and strife
For the deliberate, thoughtful life.