In the still of a summer afternoon,                                          

            Hummingbirds are hovering,

            Dragonflies are cruising,

            Butterflies are fluttering and

            Bees are buzzing.

            I am blessed.

In the still of a summer afternoon,

            Temperature is rising

            Breeze is barely blowing

            The windchime barely tinkling.

            I am blessed.

In the still of a summer afternoon,

            The world is raging,

            Hate is rumbling,

            Death is creeping

            Violence is ravaging.

            I am blessed.

In the still of a summer afternoon,

            What is, has been and will still be

            Time is not still

            Hummingbirds hover, dragonflies cruise,

            Butterflies flutter, bees buzz.

            And I am still blessed.