Tilt a face toward the sun.
Let it kiss your virgin skin.
Close your eyes to really see
Nature, as she has always been.
Hear the loons across the lake
And the water gently lapping
Or the fish that break the surface
While nocturnal creatures are napping.
Serenity, no longer the buzz
You'll feel the pull to open eyes.
Awaiting you on your line...
Dinner will be your prize.