When I think of calmness, I think of a windless fair day green meadow with birds singing
Thunder snapping in the night can bring all of us to immediate attention
How smooth can one be when all is fair and all is moving according to plan
The drive in all of us is different making us so unique though it seems we are the same
See the continence so relax and so handsome yet a sea whirling storm brews within
A faint sound comes from below and just the few hear the rumbling of the track
A signal is sent to alarm us within that something is not right yet we stay still
We want to shout it to the mountain tops of all the possible wrongs that may be coming
Then just as the workings of wrong seem to be growing, silence replaces the spaces
Aristotle, Socrates, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln come to mind with Calmness,
But life does not stop for even the famous or all the hopefuls of times of success
We measure someone by our success and admire those who do what we even dare
We try to see if their facials display the courage and overcoming of life’s extremes
Statues try to capture the greatness the mightiness and especially the bold facades
The search through time of serenity brings more questions of further closer examination
The smallest of creatures knows the answers we seek daily but moves to their calling
Quietness speaks so much louder than loudness because it is so special
A painting can bring so much peace and tranquility to our mind
As a beautiful man or woman does make us forget the falling leaves and raindrops
Glaciers can be so clear and magnificent in all their glory and do not ask for respect
Gracefulness can equal calmness because it brings pleasure to those who see it
I long to see those who triumph in the midst of turmoil because it brings joy and peace
The greatest can be the least because it is those that admire them once time has passed by
Speak what you want to yourself to bring what others seek in you and you in them
That which is found in the ant who is not moved by your size or your shadow
Ride that horse, stretch your arms out or yell into the wind to speak stillness
Do not allow the angry or the sad bring you down and you determine to climb higher
To where the birds sing in the quietness of the green meadows on a beautiful day.
Written by my father Dan Rodriguez
**Picture was taken on 05.24.11 by Isleen
