Too tired to know that war which rages
On every shore of life’s domain
Or conquer trials to reap his wages

He lies down, moss nestling his edges,
Softly, causing aching limbs to cry.
Through pores, pour pure the soul’s drab dredges.

By and by, a leaf falls from the sky
To his shoulder. Another crowns his brow
To shade as balmy light falls from on high.

A breeze from river down below
Brings news; how water washes earth
And whispers, trickles, gurgles, flows.

Sleep in silent comfort, all
Tenacity expired; grudges gone,
Leaving just a fond carress, a resonant call,

That fills his heart to brim with love for all.