A peaceful sort of poem

I'm joining those of my friends who are posting poems today. The meme is this:

When you read this, post some poetry in your journal.

The Mirror

Between the woods the afternoon
Is fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind's caress. . .
And all the water was at ease.

-- A.A. Milne