Walking down the Grand canal;
Yesterday’s forget me nots, still there,
Happy, not forgotten.
Water lilies float at sides of the banks,
Littering the canal;
No one complains, about them.
Waterfowls chirp, the day is new;
Looking for breakfast,
They remind, to keep it simple.
In slow motion, my mind replays,
I could have behaved better.
From my stomache,
Dissipating, with each step.
Canal water motionless,
Calm, composed, serene,
Surface emphasizes tranquillity.
Acknowledging, perfection does not exist,
Uncertainty, is an everyday scavenge,
Endeavouring to accept it,
Wind could come, at any time,
Changing the surface,
Agitated and extreme.
Determined to succeed;
Life is a cycle, always simple,
Peace, will come again.
– L.J. Lenehan –