The fan turns lazily overhead

And I, stretched out beneath its gentle breeze

Gaze at the blue green world

Outside of leaves and sky and trees.

All is quiet, calm and still

The traffic sounds are muted

And the faithful dog sleeps peacefully

On the floor beside my chair.

Life at this moment is so good

I am loved dearly, tenderly.

The stress and tumult of the past is gone

The urgent cravings and desires of youth

Have changed to a glad acceptance

Of dear, familiar daily tasks.

Dear love, just take my hand in yours.