I have a secret ,
That Only I know about.
A place where time and I just sit,
Where my worries cascade from my soul,
And trickle through irrigated channels,
An abode where I can whisper to the whimsical willows,
And listen to the many sorrowful fables of the wind,
A spot where nature and my psyche combine,
And the water reflects my true wishes,
A milieu where the elements of earth complete me,
The one space in this world where inborn rebellion and freedom are granted,
And Imagination is allowed to escape veracity.
In this liberty, I can truly be myself.
I can allow my soul to depart and travel the winds,
I can allow my mind to wonder to the essences of nature.
I hide in this place, peaceful as it may seem,
It is the only place where my heart can tell it’s valid dreams,
And only in this place can I justly follow them.
A place where my feral spirit secedes my tamed remnants,
I can leave this duplicitous world in search for paradise,
Here where nature lives,
My heaven on earth,
My only escape,
My secret,
Here surrounded by trees,
On a little dirt mound,
Beside a lily-filled pond.