To Simply Be

The lake is still

No wind disturbs its surface

The reflection of the mountains beyond

Forms patterns of color

That appear to descend to its depths

Dragonflies dart and dance

Their iridescent wings shining in the light

Flies buzz around, never stopping

Voices drift across the lake

Squirrels chatter from high in the trees

And falling pine cones hit the ground

I hear a jet pass far above me

But I am removed from that world

At this moment I am at peace

Content to be at one with my surroundings

And finding joy in simply being

Written on 8/25/15