The willows shade me from the sun,
On that warm summer's day.
The wind plays lazily with my hair,
As the rest of the world slips away.

The lazy brook burbles by,
Smoothing out rough stones
The breeze whispers in my ear,
Secrets no human knows.

I forget the world in this moment,
The drama, the pain, and the fight.
How can everything be so wrong,
When everything now feels right?