When air is lost
You and I can’t breathe
Then becomes ghosts
And all is lost
When the wind is gone
You and I can’t feel it
And be a bygone
Then everything is gone
Go up a mountain summit
There you've peace
Flinches sings sonnets
Hear its songs at summit
Dive in seven seas
Hardly hear a thing under
Only perhaps buzzing bees
Tranquility at seas
Here comes death
There is peace indeed
You’re no longer in debt
‘Cause life erased by death
You’re certain to vain
But rest in serenity
Not to disdain
Hence, only in vain
When it comes to all these
You and I achieves
serenity at least
no more wild as beast
Noel Horlanda
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenity-43/
