I long to hear thoughts form,
A feather in the wind,
soft and lazy,
Relaxed,
Not rushed,
A bubbling spring maybe,
Near waterfall creepers,
Rainbow overhead and fragrance of
fresh rain on wet grass,
the cool moist in the air,
and rays of light penetrating high canopy,
blessing the forest floor below,

Away from the hustle and bussle,
my slice of paradise,
tucked away,
between fantasy and reality,
a kiss by mother nature,
the passing butterfly wings
in early morning twilight,

I'll breath deep,
unrestrained and appreciating
this remedy given freely,
For noisy minds and restless spirits,
ho and the aching body too,

Still I become,
reflecting and searching,
the journey within,
for that piece of peace,
I long to embrace,
when I meets me,
and all else fades,

(sigh)

((SIGHHHHHHHH))

Tears,
Baseless tears,
Don't know what they mean,
Tears from the depth,
of some fathomless despair,
Flows from the heart,
and gather to the eyes,
Looking on the happy
Rain washed greens,
And thinking of the days
that are no more.

(You will always remain special)

Tears,
Baseless tears,
Don't know what they mean,
Tears from the depth,
of some fathomless despair,
Flows from the heart,
and gather to the eyes,
Looking on the happy
Rain washed greens,
And thinking of the days
that are no more.

(You will always remain special)

Why?...........