Quiet Times

• Rhia Cc, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

Close your eyes
Listen to the wind
Magnify your senses
Forget about sin

You're completely free now
The trees rustle all around
The wind blows through your hair
As you sit there on the ground

You take off your shoes and socks
And feel the grass in your toes
You look into the orchid
And see fruit fallen in the rows