A Word Within Words

Serenity is peace to me. It is a cold wintery day. It is the wind that blowS. It is the tree that falls in the forEst when there is no one to watch it fall. It is the voice of a loving motheR. To me serenity can be many things in one. It can come in any shape, color, size, Emotion, imaginary or real. It is whatever you Need it to be. It is a summer flower, It is the bee that lusts for many summer season to come. It Is what mankind has not Tainted with greed and pity; It is the preservation of purity. It is without the need or want for control. It is a walk through what nature we have left. It is the will of hope when all possible hope is gone. It is the Role I play in the twisted story to be told. It is everY puff from these skull and cross bone covered cigarettes. When all logic is traded for a dream, It is there. It is enlightenment, It is choice, It is hope, and it is tangible.