Everyone has there own special place to travel,
when the days are long and the nights hallow.
A place considered our sanctuary and
a place that is safe beyond all others known.
It sings to the heart and soul,
in ways that many could never comprehend,
a song of healing and
a land to call our own.
For myself its a remote part of land that eyes
often don't bother to see.
A realm of mystery and hope with a song all it's own,
a place where the nymphs play and sing all day
luring me from the lands that I have tried to stay.
Yet often over the years have I return
to that small little grove of trees
to watch the nymphs dance upon the petals and
to listen to the tune of my soul.
Glorious is the music that comes to help heal
what may have been done in my time gone,
Wonderful is the beauty that always unfolds
when I stop to let these eyes pause to watch.
Marvelous is the feeling of the solid earth
between naked toes that have longed for the touch.
Deep within the forest where
the sounds of the forest are told.