Solace in this forest, Here a boy sits down.
The sky is clear and a lonely cloud
Is drifting free.
Alone he's good,
He can find some silence.
It's understood that the quiet comes
Quite musically.
Closing his eyes
He takes a deep breath
As he revived, the sun brighter
Than it used to be.
Calm and stillness setting in,
All his qualms are leaving him.
Don't you know,
That in the silent place,
He listens to a whisper -
as he kneels to pray.
Here, in this tranquil space.
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