Seven in the morning,
and I am walking down the same path
I have used for what seems like always.
Here I can lose myself in the power of nature,
and become all the ways, and all the days
that it has taken to grow this oasis of my mind.
The quiet and the bird song, filter the noise of suburbia,
And takes me to a place that society cannot reach.
here I can be me, can be who, and what ever,
I chose to be.
No stigmas, no front face to show,
just my own self being true to the world.
I can listen, without straining to hear,
I can smell, the fresh dew on the leaves.
I can close my eyes, and know I am safe,
I can join the many creatures in the wonder
of knowing I am free,
Free for my soul to escape into the dream,
of knowing that when I am on this path
the world is mine and no one can ever take it away
Until I reach the gate at the end.
Sheila.