Does it have to be this grand thing?
Or just to hear the birds sing?
Is there some master plan,
Beyond feeling my feet in the sand?
Or is it as simple as finding peace within,
Comfort in your own skin?
Must it be well-known,
Or can it quietly be mine alone?
Maybe it’s to simply be;
To walk through the forest and hug a tree.
It must go beyond acquiring wealth;
Cause I’m content to be myself.
Must I live my life on duty?
Or can I rest inside its beauty?
Does it align all that I do,
Even when admiring the colour blue?
Until the day I fully know,
I’ll dance beneath the moon glow.
(c) 2021 Gloria Miller