The Butterflies Grace

The Place In The Woods

I walked along and trail in the wood

Bare feet meeting the earthy ground

In my head, I'll come here, since childhood

This is where I go to be found

The scent of fresh pine entering my nose

The sounds of young birds singing their song

This is the path I have always chose

The path I have known all along

I find myself at a stream

The coolness of the water pools at my feet

Everything is as it seems

There is nothing in me to defeat

A butterfly soars by my head

So wild, beautiful and free

I awaken with a smile in my bed

Everything is how it should be