Serenity

I watch as the gentle brook feeds the lake

And I wonder how something so large

Depends on something so small



I smell the scent of fire; burning pine

And I wonder if any aroma could ever

Bring back as sweet of memories



I watch the dragonflies dance on the water

And I wonder if, over the centuries,

Their dance has ever changed



I feel the warm wind against my skin

And I wonder, truly, if what I feel

Is the gentle breath of God



I watch the rocks break the water's flow

And I wonder how long it will take

Before the water breaks the rocks



I take in the world that lay before me

And I wonder if anything could be

More serene or beautiful than this

Home

Each year I go back home

And dream my summer away

It may not be my real address

But it's where you'll find my heart

So what is home but a relative term

For home is where your family is



Each year I meet my family

And play my summer away

They may not be blood related

But they love me just the same

So what is family but a relative term

For a family is people who love



Each year I go where I am loved

And laugh my summer away

They may not have a reason

but they love me anyway

So love is not a relative term

Because when I'm loved I'm home