When eyes close
Where do we go?
Body lies in place
Slack goes the face
Peace is known
Meditate
In the open hours
Remember
Odour of flowers
The smell of the ocean
Or the deep forest green
I visualize, fantasize
Resting back on a tree
Branches bow and creek
Listening to the wind speak
End
By Samantha unextraordinarybint Harris
unextraordinarybint Samantha Harris in London, England. 