My Happy Place 2

Alone with the breeze sifting through my hair.
My time has come, my time of escaping.
Legs hanging low, dangling in midair.
The bark beneath me; caressing, shaping,

Reminding me that I am safe here; free,
With not a single boundary in sight,
Hidden from the hardships, the need to be,
Need to show, behind the clouds’ graceful flight.

The clouds that perform for me with a dance,
Twisting and turning in sink to repeat,
As the birds lull me into a deep trance,
With distinct voices, so calming and sweet.

Lost in this moment, while I sing along,
I feel rejuvenated, oh so strong.