The clouds hang low like secrets kept,
Mountains breathe where the Sasquatch slept.
The lake holds still, no need to race,
A mirror stretched across this place.
Driftwood rests like bones at ease,
No hustle here, just wind and trees.
The silence hums in rippling threads,
While calm rolls in on softened treads.
I breathe in that fresh calm air,
No city noise, no heavy stare.
The shore don’t speak, yet says it all,
No rise, no rush, no need to fall.
This peace don’t beg to be profound,
It whispers steady, without a sound.
No phone, no buzz, no mind to chase,
Just stillness staring back with grace.
About the Creator
Derek Kenmuir
Derek J. Kenmuir grew up writing hip hop lyrics, where rhythm and rhyme were his first language. That foundation never left, now he channels that same energy into raw, honest poetry. A Poet from British Columbia, Canada
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