My Special Place

I lift my head high;
And the trees start to sing;
As the calming smell of pine;
Heals my broken heart;
Tall tantalizing trees;
Form canopies;
As I sit in my special place;

As the beautiful breeze blows on my back;
I draw in a breath;
That is filled with happiness;
And it frees my soul;
So I sit on the earth; 
Belonging at last;
In my special place.