peace

birds fly

houses

pass by

the fields show

flowers having their last 

meet and greet

before the seasons change

and i do too

roads, they are busy

paths formed,

to be less repetitive

taking us to the unknown

i wonder what time will show

but now

i'm seeking peace

making friends

with it, 

will it cease

i guess they call this

being stoic

but no 

i just spend time with the one and only

the only one we get to call Holy