Sit still for a while.
Grey sky, the rain, and the copse.
Peace, you old, rare friend.
Sit still for a while.
Grey sky, the rain, and the copse.
Peace, you old, rare friend.
Fix this in your mind,
Whispers to myself, perhaps
for this is fleeting
Fix this in your mind,
Whispers to myself, perhaps
for this is fleeting
A window open;
In this corner of the world:
momentary joy.
A window open;
In this corner of the world:
momentary joy.
Quiet reflection,
boiled water, dry tea leaves;
combined, we find bliss.
Quiet reflection,
boiled water, dry tea leaves;
combined, we find bliss.