Peaceful Island

I look to the peaceful island

And I long to be there

To leave the world of clock and car

And retreat to the quiet of stream and tree

I wish to look around me and see no rushing and chaos

But instead to look upon rolling fields with smiling people


This world is all push and shove,

Constant swirling, spinning, twirling, racing

All are ever moving, running, never walking

On the island things are slower, closer to the natural world

All are ever moving in the silent circle of life


Truly it is an island I see in idea and truth

Suspended above this common quick world

Little walls put up by the mere suspicion of quickness separate from us

We also, in our constant movement have walled ourselves off