As the stillness grows,
the air comes to a whisper stop.
The forest is listening,
and all manner of living things pause.
There is one moving through the woods
that knows them all by name.
Reverently they admire his gentle gait
as he passes on his way.
The creatures in the soil
relish the sound of his feet.
Even the sweet scent in the air,
reaches to cling to him.
As he makes his way through the forest,
the mosses reach up,
to touch his sandaled feet.
Flowers turn their colors to him,
hoping to receive a simple glance
from the serenity of his eyes.
He disappoints none as he moves,
acknowledging each for their role.
The trees have a mind to him
and hold back the blistering sun.
Yet even the sun longs to shine on him.
As he steps from the woods onto the path,
children throw small rocks at him,
for their minds are busy, and they do not know.
He smiles and greets each new stone,
as a long lost friend.
Adding your comment:
I enjoyed the imagery and calmness here, Presence. One who is truly calm is not perturbed by anything; this is a state that I cannot maintain for long. You give us an attractive picture of the goal. 
