Large generators hum from a distance,
Walls and gates too tall to see over surround each building,
I pick up flowers while I walk on the short green grass.

I look up at the bright blue sky,
And feel like I’m flying when he breeze hits me.
The breeze gives me a feeling of relaxation and happiness.

The reflection of the sun on the cars get into my eyes,
As I play ping pong out of boredom with my sister,
Then the sudden slam of the door against the gate startles me.

I hear occasional footsteps outside the gate,
As I protect myself from the the hot sun under the shade of the roof,
And listen to the singing of the birds.

Then, it is all gone and I realize I was only dreaming,
Questions start to suddenly pour into my mind and thoughts,
Will I ever go back there?
To my place of joy, place of joy, place of joy.