Open window breeze Soothes like a cool cloth Over fevered summer brow; A silent symphony of Of bright leaves And pastel birds. The quick passing dawn Becomes the too-bright day Filled with clattering noise; An interruption unwelcome, Like a smooth country road Becoming rough cobblestones Beneath our wheels. As our kind seeks control To bring straight lines And hard edges to the world, Consider for just one moment; We have earned the quiet; A stillness in time to remember, Or think nothing at all.
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