the power of peace

what worlds are held inside a drop of morning dew? i clutch onto the memory of laying in the wet grass, squinting at those little drops. what possibilities await me if i enter that quiet forest? will i find the perfect secluded spot to ponder on the meaning of life? maybe i could stumble upon a relic of the past, and find it inspires fond memories of my youth. on the brink of that tumbling creek... will my mind finally find relief from the demands of the outside world? what a tough world it is out there, doing it's best to extinguish my peace. it will not have it's way with me.