Let me suggest a moment of peace,
Stepping outside of the bubble of noise
I duck under a shelter of purple leaves,
Drops of rain still fresh and free.
I close my eyes and walk on the sand,
Uneven and rough,
Relishing the silence, the moments of solace.
The light from the windows casts a faint glow on the towering trees,
And the world hums with life-
The chirping of crickets and chlorine so pungent,
And the water of the swimming pool rippling slightly.
The shrieks of a child's laughter from a world so far away,
Both in distance and in time.
But in those few moments.
Life is not to be lived but to be observed.
In those few moments,
There is no regret.