Pinks greens yellows and white pedals
blow from the trees; on the ground they sedal
i lay deep within this garden
invisiab;e; no one can see
i hear the soft buzz of a bumble bee
no one can find me here
deep breathe of fresh air in
relax; im far away from my sin
everything here is so peaceful
quiet; silent not even a sound
lay on the coolness of the ground
the leaves blow right over me
just as if im not there
look up at the clouds; pictures in the air
see many unique shapes
i can see cotton ball grapes
i love it in this place
the beauty of everything here
almost causes a happy tear
i wish i could stay right were i am
just mold into this space
and never leave this place
