In this place
The warmth shines on my face
Though the air is chill
I run up this dusty hill
The trees are across
The way with lots of moss
Colors are all around
Listening to many sounds
People chattering in the distance
Happy feelings in this instance
Clouds float puffily by
Filled with contentment I sigh
Peaceful is this place around me
As I sit in nature I do see
The work of God’s hands
The music of natural bands
Lying in a field of waving grass
I come to peace in this mass
But when the sun goes down
There is still some beauty roun’
Black is this deep night
But I will wait for morning’s light.