When the world becomes too much to bear,
and worry and strife makes me want
to pull out my graying hair.
I go to a very special place that’s closely
guarded in suspended time, it’s called the
wilderness of my mind.
Here the gentle breeze is warm on my face,
and the sun always shines in this wonderful place.
The meadows flow like water across this vast space.
Wild flowers grow in all colors of the rainbow,
and the soft sound of golden harps is music to my ear,
as is the solitude to my troubled soul, that no
one really knows.
The aroma of lilacs fill the air, as song birds
sing their beautiful songs so sweet and rare.
Gossamer winged fairies, flutter and dance in the
the warm breeze and beautifully colored butterflies
adorn the multitude of tall oak trees.
The feel of soft spring water cools my worried
brow and time seems to stand still somehow.
Here all my worries melt away and life seems
like child’s play.
I come here more often now, and I think soon,
I shall come here and forever stay.