Just a little encouragement (for mums and dads) to go outside...
There
is peace in my pocket-
it
smells of morning air-
of
sunbeams pointing upwards,
light
shining everywhere.
There
is peace in my pocket-
crisp
freshness like the breeze-
invigorating
newness,
unveiled
for all to see.
There
is peace in my pocket-
as
shiny as the rain-
sparkles
springing off the puddles,
a
sopping wet terrain.
There is peace in my pocket-
it sounds like howling wind-
a heavenly, rattling opera
nature's orchestrated din.
There
is peace in my pocket-
though
sometimes I forget-
tempestuous
storms surround me,
a
heavy blanket-
yet…
Once
the door is open
the
outside comes right in-
it’s
then that I remember
the
peace I keep within.
