It is hard, when good fortune surrounds
To fathom that which shadows past bound
How could anything taint the air
Of those that live with less weight to bear
When at twilight the only distraction
An unwinding mind is rhapsody waxing
The heat of the day in waves dissipates
And comfort of night is all that awaits
The outskirts of busy live lowered in din
Seekers of quiet wish not to give in
It is privilege to shape a life without care
To flick off disturbance as if it’s not there
Thankful am I for the peace that I relish
To have what I must, without need to embellish
I ponder at dusk in the cool of the breeze
A summer’s night song be the rustling of leaves
The chirp of the cricket makes chorus complete
Soothes till a morn I cannot wait to greet…