I have this special place I go,
     Each morning when I rise.
And watch the brilliant sun appear,
     Such pleasure for my eyes.

It beams between two branches,
     Each from a different tree.
That mingled many years ago,
     And here's what else I see..

Glimmering patterns of spiders' webs, spun...
     So carefully.
Beams of light on a moistened field, fall...
     So perfectly.

Many shades of green and yellow,
     Moss hanging from a tree.
The most beautiful place on earth,
     That is what I see.

I have this special place I go,
     Every morning I hold dear.
And listen to all of natures' sounds,
     So pleasing to the ear.

A variety of peaceful chatter,
     Some are far and some are near.
All the carefree birds and beasts,
     And here's what else I hear........

The cacophony of a thousand birds,
     Hoping new friends to make.
The ******* bark of a distant dog,
     Coaxing men to wake.

The frenzied crackles of leaves and twigs,
     As the squirrels play chase.
When I close my eyes and just simply listen,
     That's what I hear in this place.

I have this special place I go,
     No other I love as much.
Where I can take a needed break,
     And I can surely touch,

My souls' own piece of heaven,
     Where I can sit or I can kneel.
And have peace wash right over me,
     And here's what else I feel.....

A crisp, cool breeze to refresh...
     My mind.
The soothing warmth of the sun...
     So kind.

The occasional teasing,
     From a misguided bee.
Tiny hairs on my neck,
     Lightly tickling me.

An absolute serenity;
     Throw all my worries away.
There is no better way or place,
     That I wish to start each day.

Soon, the heartbeat of the world,
     Beckons me from this place.
And reluctantly I must turn to go,
      But with a smile on my face.