A gold banana moon in dark blue sky;
Horizon pale green o’er mountains high;
Those solemn peaks are almost black to see
As softest cooling airs waft in to me.
I sit inside my room in my hotel;
I hear the roar of traffic come and go
So steady, calm and easy—all is well;
If there is war somewhere, I do not know.
Yea, here is peace, here tranquility,
As men go home to eat and drink, or nod,
And dream of some bright future that will be
When reason is acclaimed the only god.
No mountains now—one solid wall of dark,
And yet the sun still leaves his fruitful mark.