My Happy Place

February 3, 2008
By Lauren Miller, Greenwood, IN

eyes closed
the sun beats down
warm on my face
and all around
birds in the sky
sing there praises up high
fish in the seas
swim happily with ease
the sweet smell of grass
drifts up to my nose
the flowers surround me
and tickle my toes
joyful dreams
flick past in a glance
nothing can harm me
I'm home at last


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