I sat and enjoyed the beauty of the quietness
Upon that bench last night.
The birds flew by so close
So I could see the colors in their presents.

The breeze blew through my hair
Just like a warm and gentle day.
It could have been God's fingerprints
Gently touching across my face.

I gazed upon that water
With its ever turning tides
And started to want that moment
More and more each day.

I decided to breath it in
And hold it close to me
So whenever the moment gets to much
I can close my eyes
And feel the touch upon my face
The air into my lungs.
The beauty of the moment
And know it can be again.