Meadows surround me. My hair catches in the breeze, You whisper but I don't hear you. The wind whips my dress. I feel free. And complete. There is existence around me, But I don't see it. All that's left in this moment is me. Flowers have sprouted and birds fly past, But I can't tell you about them. Because I am free. And complete. I turn my face to the sun and soak up the rays. My skin tanning, the warmth enveloping me. I sigh. I feel free. I am complete.
This is an original poem I wrote when I felt very content at that time in my life.