A gentle breeze brushes my face
As I sit here and write
Wispy clouds adorn the sky
But they don’t block out the light

I am immersed in peace and quiet
Only the birds make a sound
This place I come to often
Where inspiration can be found

My skin soaks up the rays of sun
As I pen my words in rhyme
Here I am in my own world
And I lose all track of time

I’ve much to be grateful for
Each day, for love, I strive
As I embrace all that I have
It feels so good to be alive