Where the tress lighty whistle quietly.
And the trees and bushes have overgrowed,
Sitting on the wooden steps tranquilly.
With my eyes closed and reality drowned.
I have painted the setting with my mind,
Escaping this troubled world is soothing.
Wtih ligtht trickling in through the broken blind.
A beauty in constant simplyfying.
No particular intent in thought,
Just the scene of the serene forestry.
From the stress of chaotic life we've brought
I wake, my paradise a mystery.
Finally at peace with this tired world
I'm happy with my sweet life in mind.
