Down in the bayou, he paddled the waters.
Old, hoary moss hung down from the trees.
He poled his canoe through the murky channel,
And enjoyed the cool of the light summer breeze.
He knew he should read the book at his feet,
But nature called to him. He dearly loved her.
He stopped his canoe,took it in with his senses.
Being more mindful, he felt his heart stir.
The sweet birds sang to him all through the day.
He threw out his fish line and heard it sing.
He closed his eyes while the water rocked him.
He savored the feelings that peace could bring.
Alone with the trees, the birds, and the flowers.
The water was lapping against his canoe.
He felt so much peace without people.
This was the thing, he most loved to do.