In Here

How the lands in here do trap me,
With the hills that role like thunder,
The soft clouds, like kittens napping,
And the talons of mountains that tear them asunder.
Where every trail in the shady forest leads,
To a babbling brook, and small Elven sprites,
With a gentle, cool waterfall hidden in the trees,
And a secret garden, sleeping in the sunlight.
Where the singing shores of the mountain lakes,
All have soft sands and scenic views.
Where every fish you catch brings a grin to your face,
And the sky is our church, park benches our pews.
Where we all live in cottages, with fields of wildflowers,
And our neighbors stop by, time to time for a chat.
Where deeply in love is how we spend passing hours,
And every goodbye implies “I’ll be right back.”
Where the sun always shines when we’re happy,
And the clouds softly cry when we’re alone.
Where the wind gently blows when we’re napping,
And the air lies still as we roam.
Where the cricket’s choir always sounds as a symphony,
And the moonlight still tastes sweet on our tongues.
Where it’s hard to recall a single memory of misery,
And nobody knows what it’s like to no longer be young.
Where the owl sings us lovely lullabies at midnight,
And the rooster sings us bright, bold ballads in the morning.
Where every lonely soul in her bower finds a knight,
And all those who wander are not lost, but exploring.
Where the seasons always match our souls,
And the weather always follows our hearts,
Where we finally find the comfort to let go of control,
And see that all that light touches is a divine work of art.