Anger, Fear, Worry, WoeSend me to a place only I knowCrystal clear water cascades down the wallsThe rocks as smooth as rubber ballsDreamy blue horizons caress the sky Flossy white clouds float gently bySweet soft breezes sweep over my faceThey never have a change of paceWords of wisdom travel on the windThey don't care if I have sinned
Animals contentedly bounce aroundFilling the air with an adorable soundBright green blades beneath my feetA soothing dirt that my soles do greetA brilliant sun hangs over my headAlleviating my sense of dreadColours of flowers so vivid like dyesThe brilliant thistles always catch my eyes
Green, pink and nonthreatening BlackGive me the serenity that I lackNever too dull or too brightAs I watch the birds in graceful flightA place for my thoughts to gather With no soul there able to botherAlways warm or a comforting coldI'll still be able to go when I'm old
Anger, Fear, Worry, WoeSend me to a place that only I can go
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