Simple Things
Bring me pleasure
The simple things and birds that sing
Bring me pleasure
Like being at one with nature
Is happiness by any measure
Best is less and far less stress.
Few are better than too many.
The sea sky and simplicity
It is preferential to a world of plenty.
Show me more and count the score.
And watch as it multiplies.
Sing to me a sweet refrain
Of bedtime lullabies
When solutions are all simplified
As easy as ABC
There’s the forest. Forget the trees
The leaves are all I see.
Winding through the shady glens
And dappled glints of light.
The thoughts are few; the minds are fresh
bathed her in pure delight
A few tiny drops of morning dew
The coo of the peace dove
The flutter of her feathers
It is manna from above.
When I walk and the talk
Disappears and drifts away
The beauty of the Bay and bush
Those words could never say.
It’s not new that a few.
It is better than a lot.
A piece of peace and soliloquy
They were placed neatly in the slot.
©
David Rudder
2022
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