Content To Be

Where the earth's green

Beds with the loyal sky's blue

The verdant so lean and true

Nothing evident but a dream.

Where does art the sun

Steps in the usual run

Wherefore the moon

Does its rise by noon

Thoughts dance circles in frets.

They carried in turning current whirls

A storm-tossed sea fuss by the swirls

A day lay awake spurns rents.

The intricate fabric of life to unfurl

There, the deep woven threads awhirl

For a quick second to peer

Nothing to fear now but fear.

Yet Fortune's hour smile on me.

By fickle bounties of cruel deceit

An ever-changing principle to greet.

Misfortune sprouts worry sets me free.