Peaceful Acceptance

This is where the water lilies float

like stray feathers.

The flowers glide under an

ancient bridge, where

each weathered plank,

each trace of peeled paint tells

stories of lovers,

family picnics, a baby’s first steps.

This is where the stream

ripples as it slips between

the topaz and emerald grasses,

where it kisses the

honey sweet flowers.

The willow trees stand tall

like mountains and

caress the bridge and

praise it for its beauty.

This is where you can finally exhale,

as you watch your troubles

slowly submerge underneath

the multitude of water lilies,

much like the bees that

lazily buzz among them.