Dad Poem - from the words of a Father
The quiet lay in wait
The ancient still behind
The air breezes swiftly through the pages of your mind
And the coolness hits your back
With the gentleness of care
Such crisp and calming feelings dance around you in the air
When evening turns to night
And the day has surely past
Comes fleeting thoughts of nothing to chill and rest at last
Now put you down to lay
Close your eyes if you please
And drift away to nothing on this warm summer breeze
Torkona
