There's a secret place Where the birds fly free It's a land of peace Of tranquility You go down the valley Up the hill Turn right at the farm Left at the Mill
But you'll never find it Unless you know The meaning of peace And let your self go To a land of solitude and calm Where your soul is free Safe from harm Where the clouds and mist Become as one Where a rainbow appears Along with the sun The cows and sheep Live in harmony Where a stream runs Under the Beechnut tree
It doesn't matter If it's rain or shine Life goes on In it's own good time It's a magical place Where time stands still There's no one to rush you To make you feel ill You can sit all day Just looking at the view At peace with the beauty Mother nature gives to you
At the end of the day You won't believe your eyes As the sun sets over mountains With pink and orange skies; When night falls You'll sleep like an exhausted child In this secret place Where horses run wild
P.s. If you enjoyed this poem, you can find it along with 46 of my other poems in my book "Secret Verse of a 21st Century Menopausal Lady" Please feel free to message me for further details