Just dream

Sweet,
Clean scents,
Cut through the wind.

The smell of pine,
Mixing with cypress,
And fresh water.

Mother earths harmonies,
Fill the soul,
With hope.

Just feel,
The cool soft grass,
And the warm sun.

Relax in the shade,
Of a great pine,
And dream.

Let your soul,
Fly oh so high,
And sing with the birds.

Inhale the sweet scents,
Close your eyes,
And dream.