Trees, silence and the breeze,
Quietly siting near the veranda
Facing the sunny ground
Where a concert ground was built.
The stage was fixed.
The lights assembled.
The foundation seemed unbreakable.
All the metals stood still.
People with yoga mats kept coming.
It’s an event of fitness, i guess.
I saw the pieces bit by bit.
Made into a whole.
I sat there.
Waiting for hours with no goal.
Like the pigeons who flew together.
Amazing how they stayed in this place.
Maybe it’s because of the respect
The people gave them.
A private place.
Reserved only for the flock.
With a large sign that says, “Pigeon Feeding”
No wonder they never left.
It gives me a sign of peace.
Seeing these birds fly above me.
They are quite assured
That this place is safe.
That no one would do them harm
And instead provide them with enough
Aid for their survival.
I hope everywhere’s like this.
Same respect for all creatures.
Everywhere you’re assured
That you’re safe.
And not alone when needy.
So the earth could rest.
Therefore, there is peace.
photo from: http://www.weheartit.com