Against my back is an ancient Elm,
towering into the sky.
From comfort I gaze across my realm,
it's beauty making me sigh.
Many leaves spread from it's gentle boughs,
enveloping me in shade.
I bask in the comfort it allows,
dwelling on the peace I've made.
I sit upon this grass covered hill,
inhaling the clean, fresh air.
Sunset is such an uncommon thrill,
I can do nothing but stare.
Nature's hues are soothing to my gaze,
calming my feverish mind.
I am content to live out my days,
within this peace I did find.
Upon the hill's foot lies a crystal lake,
reflecting a deeper blue.
Pristine water my worries does take,
all concerns I will eschew.
Sparkling sunshine seems almost mystic,
borne upon each rippling wave.
The world itself seems surrealistic,
granting the peace that I crave.
The wind fills my ears with rustling leaves,
quite a symphony of sound.
A caress of air about me weaves,
teasing me with what I've found.
In the distance a voice calls my name,
desperately calling me home.
To my sanity's grip some do lay claim,
for now though I wish to roam.
Peace spills from life's cornucopia,
to that fact I was once blind.
I have found my own utopia,
hidden inside of my mind.
Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.