August is over.
It’s a quiet, lazy day
Aug 31, 2024
A young eagle soars
As the river flows
Hummingbirds seek their nectar
People move like ants
I am in no rush
Crickets chirp irradically
Motorcycles pass
Their engines revving loudly
A shadow is cast
Still the eagle flies
Undisturbed by human noise
True Peace cannot be destroyed