Weariness falls upon me like the night mist, turning everything to gray. Yet sleep evades me on this summer’s eve. The rain is falling on the leaves, like nature’s lullaby, still it does not lull me to sleep. My mind impatiently races, for things yet to come, as my nights are stolen from me by this incessant reeling of my soul. I wait for the relief of day, and my final bout of exhaustion before sleep comes with the rising of the sun, as I lie down and dream, for things yet to come.
"The greatest warriors are the ones who stand for peace." H. Near