The sun is rising o’er the hill
The air is motionless and still
There’s not a breeze stirs in the trees
As if the day’s caught in a freeze
The room is silent and alone
A truly antiseptic zone.
Oh how I wish that I could fly
Up to a haven in the sky
But guess that I may only dream
Of my unrealistic scheme
Oh Lord above, help me to find
Some safety and true peace of mind !
Claire V. Bogdanos 