My being feels light as ever.
Under the tree like canopy
in the island of greens.
The wind whispers it seems
where two worlds collide
And magic is
commonplace.
This space
beneath the sun becomes
the island of dreams
Where laughter permeates
the air perpetually
And the sighs of lovers
Escape occasionally
The world at peace
Time stands still
A squirrel
Or two scurrying around
the tree of wisdom
We hear it speaks sound
advise and clarity
Come upon one's soul
Cleansing of mind and the body whole
Takes place in this space
We've come to call our own.
The island is but a seed sown
in life's tapestry
And with desire this seed can be grown.
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