Calm
The rustling sound in the midnight breeze;
that stirs the movement of trees and leaves.
The sound from the midnight owl;
hooting into the dark, for he's on the prowl.
The way the sun feels upon my skin;
removes the chill, makes me whole again.
The sound of children laughing and playing;
and watching them running and chasing.
The comforting sound from the unsteady motion;
made by the waves of the salty blue ocean.
The alluring smell of a long, hard rain;
and the soothing way it feels my face.
Conversations with dear, old friends;
the timeless passing, you hope never ends.
Making my daughter feel good about her grace;
when I wipe the tears away, from her face.
But of these things my most favorite of all;
my daughter saying that I'm the best daddy of all!
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