How Calming / Tel Aviv Park Bench Poem

HOW CALMING /TEL AVIV PARK BENCH POEM

How calming
The grass
The trees
The morning breeze

The single human souls
All around rushing to their destinations
Crowds.

I see across from me
A deep scarlet tree
Leaves bunched like grapevines.

The world is calm
I am calm
The world has its business
I go slowly to mine.

Happy days are here again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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