My senior cat is full of grace.
It’s in her smile.
It’s on her face.
She’s made her peace with days gone wrong.
It’s in her purrs.
Each one a song.
I see such grace upon each face.
Some always get along.
They sing with purrs, in snores, the cure!
Peace, such a blessed song.
Fall still has its gifts.
Morning fog provides our lift.
Peace comes with each dawn.
Glide into your week.
Beauty’s there, most everywhere.
Take some time to look.
Sunrise comes with gifts.
Peace fills my soul as I stroll.
Autumn’s sacred gifts.
Views so grand our spirits lift.
Peace blooms in those trees.
Shall we build a bridge?
Create peace? Find our new lease?
Harmony is gold.