Peace at My Fingertips

The day was rare, nothing like I had seen.

The sky a beautiful shade of teal green.

The sun was piercing, a visual feast.

A sight of beauty, I would never forget.

The air so fresh and clean,

Peaceful and tranquil, beyond what could be seen.

No sound or noise, a necessary reprieve.

From distraction and time, a chance to believe.

The flowers in bloom, filling the air with their sweet perfume.

The plants growing tall, life displaying its bloom.

The wildlife abounding, a serenade of life.

A moment to enjoy and appreciate this rare sight.

To some, it may be unnoticed, just a mundane view.

For others, a heightened experience, an intimate few.

But for those who take the time to take a look,

They will surely detect how rare it is, a poignant hook.

It's rare that I find this, there's nowhere quite like it.

Peace at my fingertips, an attractive kit.

It is what it is and I'm feeling so alive,

This rare beauty brings joy, a feeling to revive.