Have you ever felt so sleepy, and all you ever wanted to do is lie down in bed for as long as you feel like resting? Times like that you don’t worry about what deadlines loom closely before you. Times like that and the world goes by as it does and you find out its okay to be left behind from the rat race that never seems to end. Times like that and you find silence. You find peace. You find what you’ve always wanted to have.
Sometimes all is quiet
And all is peace,
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves;
A child sleeps,
And a bird flaps its little wings;
And there is nothing much to say
In the rustling of the leaves.
