High up in the hill
Deep in the wood
Lies a magical realm
Crystal blue water flows
From up above
Tumbling musically down the rocks
Deep green pines scent the air
Sunlight streams through
Warming the mosses along the banks
A gentle breeze blows softly
Creating dappled sun washed spots dancing across my face
In haling deeply, pulling the clean soft air into my lungs
Letting the peace of the magical realm wash over me
I lie among the mosses, soft as down,cradling my body tenderly
I inhale deeply again and close my eyes
Drifting away to the un of the waterfalls symphony
Sleeping the sleep of contentment..

Poet get me a map to this place. Well done.

Karma, close your eyes...theres the map...its simply someplace I go in
my head when I need that peace

Ohh what a magical place it is.

Incredible!!

Magical indeed...sounds like a great place to escape to.

good poem...
th only time I get to go there
is when I'm on th shrooms...lol...