The Bells, The Breeze, The Water, The Birds, The Light. Forever Hopefully
I looked out the window
I heard the bells in the trees, the breeze in its movement
I heard the water in the fans. Drizzles, waterfalls, rain.
Birds chirping from all directions
I saw the light be born from a glass reflection and that light soon created something new in my mind
not on its own- with the help of the bells, the breeze, the water, the birds.
That light was the additional ingredient for the recipe of peace which now lives in me.
Atleast for now...Forever hopefully,
Irene Gee
















