Laid at the top of the green hand in hand
Staring into the distance at the far away land,
A cool breeze blowing through my hair
Soaking the sun whilst cherishing the air.
My secret location to think & remember
A place I used to go every December,
Admiring the nature & the clouds in the sky
So secluded no one could hear me cry.
Whatever the worry I’ll have that spot
Where time is precious & time stops,
A place to go to my own secret pleasure
When life hurts & I’m feeling the pressure.