At every moment of the day
there is a chance for you
to go somewhere utopian.

Just take a minute
and close your eyes;
imagine that special place.

Find the spot
where you feel at peace;
drown in imagined sounds.

Take a moment to
not think of anything,
find the silence in your mind.

The worries are for later,
now, all you need is rest.
Go to your imaginary haven
and find your peace.

Of fair floral fragrances
and these colours all around.
All of it’s encircling me;
by my senses I am bound.

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She lies in bed late at night
and listens to the pouring rain.
The falling drops are comforting,
but it doesn't numb the pain.

She hides beneath her blanket,
the wind outside howling sadly.
The noise isn't able to keep out
the pain she hates so badly.

She puts her head beneath the pillow
to try and block all the sounds
of the anger and emotion
that off walls and ceiling bounds.

The storms of family fighting
rushes through the house like hurricanes.
Yet even though it hurts her heart,
from crying she always refrains.

She pretends she's deep asleep
as someone knocks on her door.
'Please, just leave, go away,
I can't take this anymore.'

She lies in bed late at night
and wishes for better days.
Though she knows it's futile,
she waits for the sun's shining rays.

Seasons,
always changing.

Four different ones,
nature's cycle of rebirth.