Beneath the arch of green branches,
On a soft carpet of fallen leaves
A wonderful place for hopes and dreams
Not veiled by the daily grind's chores.

Happy hours spent in this retreat
No one here to argue or berate,
Pleasant thoughts and natures splendor
Renews oneself for a hale mind and body.

The fairies convene 'neath the oaks,
As they imbue the haven with magic,
A thief of bad karma they flit around.
A license to heaven on earth.

Laura R
2-16-03