I sit listening to a gentle melody,
And think of a place I would rather be.
As I listen the cares and worries of the day,
Slowly leave my thoughts and drift away.
And I begin my passage through time and space,
Until, in my phantasies, I find another place,
Another place that in my solitude I know,
As a special place where I can go.
A place of beauty, of green mountains rising to an azure sky,
Of crystal lakes and warm breezes that play like a lullaby.
I walk slowly through forests green,
Past wildflowers and bubbling stream.
Walking in fascination and joy of the peace I have found,
For here there is no unnatural sound,
Only the symphony of life fills the forest about me,
Speaking of life, the natural harmony.
I delight in the beauty of a lacy ferns graceful arc in the
primeval shade,
And glory in the warm sunshine of a quiet hidden glade.
A profusion of life spreads in a natural phenomenon before me,
Tiny flowers on a moss growing at the base of a hundred foot tree.
Variety and contrast, beauty and wonder wherever I turn,
I reap the bounty of the phantasy of my sojourn.
And though I know soon I must return to reality,
I know also that another place waits for me.
