The waves gently lapping at my feet <br />As my worries leave my soul <br />No cars, no buses, no trains <br />The wind blows through the leaves <br />Making a song on the breeze <br />Birds scurrying on little feet <br />Looking for something to eat <br />Leaves imprints in the sand <br />As the waves gently lap <br />The shore at my feet <br />The sun plays peek-a-boo within the clouds <br />As pelicans skim over ocean’s waves <br />With waves gently lapping at my feet <br />It’s neither the fame nor the money <br />That brings peace to the soul <br />But the waves gently lapping at my feet<br /><br />Linda Franklin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-to-the-soul/
