The Stillness

The silvery moon,

Streaking through the branches,

Under the stoic tree,

Appears to be a starlit sky.

The stillness all around,

Not even a rustle,

Soothes your tension filled soul,

Past days have been anything but troublesome,

Frayed nerves, hurtful voices, confidence shaken.

The evening, a blessing;

The yogi, the stoic tree;

Have persevered,

So can I -

I feel at ease.