Sitting under a willow tree by a river,
the shadows of the leaves cast by the midday sun
dappling against my skin,
tracing the patterns with my finger

The serene quiet,
pleasantly tainted
only by the water trickling down
and birds singing their sweet tales

My racing mind
slowing to a gentle meander,
my worries fly away with the sparrows
and my sadness flows gently down the stream

Curling my toes in the warm grass,
sketch pad resting in my hand
the crisp white sheets beckon me closer,
I smile then answer them