The Same
Peace rests above all peaks
Above all trees none speak
Barely a breeze
Stirs the birds in their trees
Wait now and soon
You will rest too.
Another (preserving original meter and rhyme scheme)
O’er all the hilltops
Is still,
In all the treetops
You feel
Barely a breeze;
The birds in the trees rest their tune.
Wait now and soon
You shall find ease.
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