April

There are times when all is still,
When peace is known at last,
The pace of life makes way, at will,
For serenity and a vision vast

That illumines the night sky,
So clearly are all elements portrayed,
And intuition comes to the fore,
And truths are written and relayed

Such that everyone may benefit,
Help is available at call,
And a hand is offered from on high
To lift each up with gall.

Take a torch and light the way,
The path is paved with gold,
A higher value attributed well,
Not monetised of old.

We are here to grow and learn,
First self, then others dear,
Then onward and upward, evermore,
To all, both far and near.