It is a gentle breeze
flowing through a young girl's hair.
It is the relaxed silence
of a day spent alone.
It is an airy breath
escaping through parted lips,
It is the soft smile
of a mind at ease.
It beckons to the busy mind
with a finish line in sight,
It caresses the hyper-aware
as they stare into the void.
It soothes the adventurous soul
with its feet on solid ground,
It consoles the mourning
as they accept their fate.
It is the moment of fickle clarity
that humanity seeks to harvest,
the blessing that trumpets passive indifference,
the stroke of luck that balances nature's scales.
A new Utopia.
It is the symphony that sounds
over the desperation of the human race;
It is rooted in the natural world,
reaching out to bothered souls.