The cave that is my mind,
Quite unique, not hard to find
In the quiet, shifting gloom
Where leaves rustle and mushrooms bloom
Enter it, and the walls glow faintly,
Here time never runs out, it lasts indefinitely
See that light at the back of the cave?
It's actually a rather accommodating escape
Pass through the vines that grow thick and hang low,
From high above, a silvery glow
That sets the dew on the grass sparkling
A beautiful moth perched, it's perfection startling
Flowers of faint colours grow in the ground,
Of this hidden retreat, rarely found
Where all the best things I do keep
Within my mind's haven, it is easy to sleep
a different poem. I thought I'd write something more soothing, more...picturesque.