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One Picture a day..Today you can see the photo called " My happy place "
Imagine a time back when you were a child
all the thoughts that you had, outrageous yet mild
The mind, how it worked, in a wondrous way
helping and fueling endless hours of play!
I find myself now in a place not well known
my fantasies changed because I am grown
but I need to go back to a more simple time
where fantastic dreams inhabit the mind.
So like when younger and I needed a break
I'd walk in the woods and of nature partake
the beauty I saw in the land all around
as I walked through the trees or I lay on the ground.
When I opened my eyes a new land I would see
with endless blue skies and a matching blue sea
all sorts of creatures scurry about on the ground
a smile appearing replacing my frown.
More walking I do and then I make a turn left
up over a hill until I'm all out of breath
needing a drink and legs tiring fast
a peered through the bushes and gave such a gasp!
There before me was a sight to be seen
a majestic white horse standing on grass oh so green,
as it bent down to drink I continued to glance
and noticed a horn quite big like a lance
but that wasn't all that this horse had in store
flowing white wings with feathers galore.
I approached and just knew that the horse would soon flee
hoping and praying that it wouldn't fear me.
I came close, it bent down, and took to one knee
as if bowing before a king respectfully.
So I hopped on it's back, wrapped my hands in it's mane
like a bullet, we're off, and the wind rushing came
for I noticed just after a few leaps and bounds
his legs were still running but not touching the ground.
As we soared through the air just above the tree tops
I was hoping and praying this joy would not stop
for I needed these laughs to forget all my pain
even if fantasy they may foster a change.
So we raced higher still passing puffy white clouds
the wind rushing noises are growing quite loud
we broke through the clouds and all was forgotten
beneath me was nothing but a sea of white cotton.
The freedom and joy I feel up in the sky
is something I want everyday in my life
but alas I know now that my journey must end
as if reading my thoughts the beast starts to descend.
As we pass through the whiteness of moisture in space
is this dew from the clouds or fresh tears on my face?
Why must it end why return to what's real
when it's this kind of happiness I've been yearning to feel?
With a {sigh} I can see the land rushing up fast
with a thud and some dust his hooves back on the grass
as we slowed to a trot and then finally stopped
on the ground with my own two feet did I plop.
I start to walk back towards the fantasy gates
getting back towards real life and all of it's weight
stepping through swirling mist, a smile still on my face
realizing, when down, I can return to this place.
Imagine a time back when you were a child
all the thoughts that you had, outrageous yet mild
The mind, how it worked, in a wondrous way
helping and fueling endless hours of play!
I find myself now in a place not well known
my fantasies changed because I am grown
but I need to go back to a more simple time
where fantastic dreams inhabit the mind.
So like when younger and I needed a break
I'd walk in the woods and of nature partake
the beauty I saw in the land all around
as I walked through the trees or I lay on the ground.
When I opened my eyes a new land I would see
with endless blue skies and a matching blue sea
all sorts of creatures scurry about on the ground
a smile appearing replacing my frown.
More walking I do and then I make a turn left
up over a hill until I'm all out of breath
needing a drink and legs tiring fast
a peered through the bushes and gave such a gasp!
There before me was a sight to be seen
a majestic white horse standing on grass oh so green,
as it bent down to drink I continued to glance
and noticed a horn quite big like a lance
but that wasn't all that this horse had in store
flowing white wings with feathers galore.
I approached and just knew that the horse would soon flee
hoping and praying that it wouldn't fear me.
I came close, it bent down, and took to one knee
as if bowing before a king respectfully.
So I hopped on it's back, wrapped my hands in it's mane
like a bullet, we're off, and the wind rushing came
for I noticed just after a few leaps and bounds
his legs were still running but not touching the ground.
As we soared through the air just above the tree tops
I was hoping and praying this joy would not stop
for I needed these laughs to forget all my pain
even if fantasy they may foster a change.
So we raced higher still passing puffy white clouds
the wind rushing noises are growing quite loud
we broke through the clouds and all was forgotten
beneath me was nothing but a sea of white cotton.
The freedom and joy I feel up in the sky
is something I want everyday in my life
but alas I know now that my journey must end
as if reading my thoughts the beast starts to descend.
As we pass through the whiteness of moisture in space
is this dew from the clouds or fresh tears on my face?
Why must it end why return to what's real
when it's this kind of happiness I've been yearning to feel?
With a {sigh} I can see the land rushing up fast
with a thud and some dust his hooves back on the grass
as we slowed to a trot and then finally stopped
on the ground with my own two feet did I plop.
I start to walk back towards the fantasy gates
getting back towards real life and all of it's weight
stepping through swirling mist, a smile still on my face
realizing, when down, I can return to this place.
