I wish to sit under the shade of a grand tree.
To listen to nothing but the silence of the wind
in the leaves and the song in my heart.

To quiet the squatters in my head, who despite
My behest wants nothing but to drive me into insanity;
By staring into the expansive nothingness of unencumbered
space of brownish grass and rolling hills farther away still.

To lull my spirit to blissful rest, where peace is as tangible as the
dirt beneath my bare feet.
And in this moment, space and time
I hope to find a feeling of kind, where all is still and right
And I would feel next to Jesus Christ.