Sunday, April 13, 2014

Hiding Place

There's a time,
In ones life.
Where we need to hide.
From the roar of the crowd
From the pain of yesterday.
Just by running, 
To a place our hearts
Can be at peace.

Opening my eyes
To a canopy of trees.
Watching the sun stream down through the cracks.
My feet are bare,
Feeling the warm air.
With every step,
My imprint indents
Within the soft dirt.
A soft sound of birds,
Echo through and through.
Ahead a meadow,
Greets my eyes
With soft brushes of wild flowers on my legs.
In the rays of the sun,
Above the beauty
A willow tree
Sways to the breeze.
I open the door of leaves,
And hide in its curtains.
Where I am safe and sound
In my heaven.

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