Wind moves along the grass in a river type motion. Kind of reminds me the beauty of the ocean. So smooth. So the tide. Sit in and enjoy the ride.
I sit under my beautiful willow tree. As the world disappear s around me. My heart beats gently in my chest. So I close my eyes and begin to rest. Just existing in my happy place calm a  Can be. All the pain all the stress cannot bother me. Not in this moment. My peace my serenity often I find myself trying to hard for others. Why do we do silly thing  it’s like plucking feathers. Off a big bull headed chicken refusing to die. Why do that to myself. It makes me cry. To my tree I will go and dit gladly. So I can think to myself. Quietly. We all nee  time to breath away from this crazy place. And get to link  the person behind our own face.
Could this, I think to myself. The best feeling yet? Yes indeed. It is the best feeling I will bet.