Beauty

In the beauty of the stillness
  which is never fully silent
The cackle of the geese
  the caws of the crow come
Joining in the invitation
  to just be with the calm lake
To watch the sun touch
  the shore and filter through
The pine silently waiting
  through the shadow of trees
Born into the mornings
  harmony as it should well be
One joining another
  no force or brutality or ill
Intent just a part of the
  created gaggle of wonder
Meant for us to partake
  of a divine moment where
We may find once again
  your hand of love come softly