The Perfect Place
I sit on a crooked tree branch
Leaning against it
As I stare out into the distance
Mountains tower above
Darkened shadows with white tips
Shrouded in pale mystery
Meadows crowd the land below
Alive with all colors of the rainbow
Purple, pink, and even gold
Along with colors only dreamed of
A brook runs past
Laughing as it trips over itself
Tripping and falling
An endless cycle of life
The breeze rustles the leaves above me
Playing hide-and-go-seek among the branches
It whispers to me all the secrets of old
I look down
The tall grass sways in the wind
An ocean of joy in this world of thought
Becoming part of my magnificent dream
There is no noise
Nothing stirs
My priceless memory is preserved
Forever in my thoughts