On a sunny day a man sat down
Beneath a spreading Chestnut tree;
When seated on the cooler ground,
He paused to ponder destiny.
He watched the hawks glide in the sky,
He heard the hum of insects’ wings,
And as he sat he wondered why
A man must seek material things.
A paradox came to his mind,
That man will seek to be content,
Not waiting, but going out to find
What only comes when search is spent.
Contentment is a state of being,
Of letting go, releasing stress.
Acceptance is the only thing
That brings a lasting happiness.