I silently sit in my own little garden,
calm and still against the gentle breeze.

The grass beneath me is soft and green,
hugging the gentle ***** of my spine.

The sun is warm and bright,
Orange against my closed eyelids and gently kissing my skin.

With a deep breath,
I breathe in the smell of life;
the moss growing on the trees,
the flowers in their beds,
and the earth rich with moisture from the rains.

You'd like it here, my love.
It's always warm and dry,
and it's never turns to night.

There is no whistle of bombs from above,
or threat of crumbling rubble from below.
No more soldiers gun,
or strangers bullet,
hitting its target as it roams blindly through the night.

Leave your darkness,
leave your fear,
and join me.

I'll be waiting