Mundane

Quietude or bustle

Whether a stroll, or a shuffle

Time goes by slowly

Nothing out of the ordinary

 

Hills sit quietly watching

Rivers rush on by

Cattle crossing unperturbed

Birds swooped down take flight

 

Inner turmoil takes a break

Misery too does wane

There is neither joy nor pain

Just life, mundane

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Written by L.M. McBean