In a town of warmth, light, and calm
Softly singing are the children, a slow and peaceful psalm.

Gardens drip from sleepy balconies,
Mother nature using her purest alchemy.

The sun was blooming raidantly, now resting at a burning glow,
The moon will come and say goodnight as the sleepy plants begin to grow.

Humid and soft is the moss that says hello,
Atop the pillowy sod that lay below.

Now we say goodnight as the heavenly body bathes us in its soul,
forever thankful for the earth that hugs us and keeps us whole.

thick, green grass as far as the eye can see. i am humming softly, and along comes a bee. he buzzes to me "come down to the sea, where everything you want is surely meant to be."
i reply "mr. bee, what do you see? i see you, i see flowers, i see grass, and i see me. i am happy here, where i live absently.
joined by the rocks, the dirt, the bugs and the sun, the lot of us have merged into one.
if life were perfect, disheartened would be none.
now let me be, mr. bee, this conversation is done."
and the bee flew away, off to have fun, and i rested gently under rays of warm sun.

i topple over, falling ******* my knees.
grief flows over me like a warm winter breeze
memories fall from my eyes with a sort of gentle ease,
my words from the past leave me with a coughing wheeze.
but,
the past is the past, and i will grow with the trees,
and fly far, far away with the buzz of the bees
for i am a new me, equipped with new expertise,
this is my life now, i will do what i please.