Tranquil Reflections
On all I see and do,
Tranquil Deflections
As the winds blow through.
I think I smell a tempest,
I can hear it in the breeze,
And it is time to reflect
On my soul’s dis-ease.
Once I found a friend,
A friend within myself,
But upon further thinking,
I put it on the shelf.
And now I sit alone,
Contemplating whom to be,
As I sit and reflect,
Breathing tranquilly.