A Place of My Own
There must be somewhere I can sit
and ponder how the clouds drift by,
where only wild creature’s cries
break the whisper of the breeze.
A leafy glade, a mountain top,
a rustling stream, a sandy beach,
somewhere that I am out of reach,
a place to sit at ease.
I ask you, where can I just sit
without some worries finding me,
just sit with my own company,
accept my every flaw;
a personal place that’s mine alone,
an hour of time that never ends,
allowing me to finally mend,
and find myself once more.