No wind to destroy peace nor rain to flood

A mood of stillness like a nesting dove
A lack of wind, vast silence gives repose
Symbolises blessings from above.

These trees mature now form a holy grove
The sorrow ruling me has been deposed
To give me stillness with the nesting dove

In such moods, there’s space to think, compose.
To learn the ways of energy and love
Symbolised by blessings from above.

In the crowded Mall, some shoppers shove
The special mood of peace then us eludes
We lose the sense of silence and the dove

In public life, we quarrel and oppose
We lose the way to  our loved treasure trove
We lose the symbols and the deep repose.

Give me your hand.without its heavy glove
As we caress,  to love we do allude.
A mood so stilled, oh, fluttering of the dove
No wind to destroy peace nor rain to flood