As I stand in the garden surrounded by glistening colorful flowers.
The smell of Roses, Baby Breaths, and Poppies dwell in the air;
With cool sedative, refreshing breezes hugging my soft warm skin.
There’s no one, but me in this Utopia of mine.
My mind and body are one with nature.
I don’t hear the suffering of man or see the reality of life.
It’s just me and my dreams free to do as they please.
The moon so luminous and big tells a story of its own.
Life on its own is everlasting.
Oh life- can it be or is it me?
Why does it have to be?
In the end it’s still me standing alone with my dreams in this cruel world.
