Peace

I watch them dream:
their eyelids flicker,
their bodies' twitching and murmuring
silenced through sleep,
the sound of the soft breath
of dreams drowned out by rainfall.
They are still, these innocents,
washed clean by a just sleep
and the rain's gentle touch.

Everything -- the raindrops,
the bodies, the grand expanse
of Forest -- moves with a rythm
of perfect stillness.