The Perfect Place for Me

Under the shade of cypress trees

Yes; right there, hits the wind, the cool breeze

Sunny day, windy morning

It’s okay, there is no warning

To come in the shade,

Of the old cypress trees

Next is the willow

Wind as soft as a pillow

The fog is now calling, but the melodies are flowing

As the leaves start falling, the true side is now showing

That it isn’t just so gloomy

Right there in the mysterious willow

But perhaps the meadow is the perfect place

Where there are no lies you will face

Where there are flowers and peace

Where there is no sadness, just ease

Perhaps that’s the place for me, where all the birds sing

In that everlasting meadow, full of grace