A safe place

A world with a wish

the nature so delicate 

in the night the trees swish 

flowers so graceful

they need not be hateful,

As they begin to sing in the night

how do they stay so bright? 

The golden flowers

with just a touch of silver,

If a star falls in the night

people would call it a shooting star or a meteorite

but I would call it a sign,

Like a blue bird in the sky

getting lost in the white abyss 

an abyss as white as a star

to be dropped from the sky,

Into water clear as crystal glistening in the sunlight 

leaves on the trees dripping with water drip

this place full of joy and peace

I love this place.