Reality has found me and has spurned me to a place.
I’ve seen the grass around my feet and walked beneath these trees,
The path I took so long ago, still comforts me serenely
It wipes away my teary eyes with gentle winter breeze.
Alone amongst the hills it stays, it waits until I stumble.
Loyal to my emotions, it shows me how to breathe
It calms me down and picks me up. It helps me on my way
A wave goodbye until I turn away so it can grieve.
The leaves turn brown in august as its mind begins to wander,
“A slow return?”, “A lost memory?” Generous conclusions,
Never asking, never taking – only lives to serve.
I use its naïve outlook for my own problem’s solutions…
I feel so lost in scenery when I approach this place,
My eyes well up as usual like melancholy’s lens.
I run to find a pseudo sanctuary just like this.
But heaven couldn’t make another place like that again…