in a flowing field of gently swaying wildflowers
or within the steady sound of ocean touching
white shore,
at the top of a distant mountain, where Mother Nature
laments her sorrows in howling blizzards
a serenity may be found.
But in the quiet of the heart it first
must be formed, an unpolished jewel
only with patience and carefully-said words
will it be
honed into shining, whispering beauty:
inner peace.