To Ease the Passing of Time

He walked towards the clearing cautiously

Holding his breath and moving very slowly

Like through the sacred and invisible threshold

Of an old cathedral with a ceiling of gold

The grass was soft and moist under his bare feet

As the mist was lifting in the morning heat

He could hear through the rocks the water flowing

And he could hear around him the birds singing

He could smell better the scent of the flowers

And he could see much brighter their many colours

He saw a butterfly landing on a daisy

And it was for him the most precious thing to see

As he was walking slowly in the meadow

There was no yesterday and no tomorrow

Only how he could see with his eyes inside

All the things outside like when he was a child 

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