There is a place within my mind that others cannot go.
It's nestled deep amongst the trees protected from the snow.
The sun shines bright and gently warms the corners deep in shade.
A warm spring breeze floats music by; notes just above a fade.
A chair sits waiting by a stream that babbles bright and clear.
It holds a book; its pages saved from when I last was here.
I rest my bones, breathe it in and forget about the time
And know I'll always have this place to escape the Daily Grind.