My Place (of refuge)

My place is off somewhere  
and there isn't any fear
                  or hate…  
                         or greed…  
                                   or jealousy.  
 
the grass is always green…  
in my place...and the sun shines  
and flowers bloom  
                   all year...there.  
 
and the streams going down to  
the sea are clean and clear…  
 
There is also a forest in my place…  
       a big…  
                  cool…  
                             green…  
                         majestic forest...  
 
with blue butterflies  
       and a deep...black...pool  
with silver fishes in it  
and tall reeds growing near.  
 
And I go...very softly after  
a while to lie by the pool...

*I wrote this first poem when I was 14 and struggling with teenage angst*