On the tranquil waters
Bella floats with ease.
Nothing is the bother;
there is naught but peace.
Tender thoughts are flowing
through my quiet mind,
of a different generation,
an unruffled time.
Bella rocks tirelessly
on the gentle waves.
Can’t we live so pleasantly
through these trialsome days,
and the world be the sea
when it is at ease?
Is it so impossible
to be truly free?
poeticalheart 