This Place

I meander the path of jealous swayed grass,
To be frowned on by envious skies.
As I tread sneering ground in this place of regret,
The tears begin drowning my eyes.

I pass through the forest of sniggering trees,
As the weeds feel the shame and then rot.
The streams don't forgive me and show no remorse,
Reflecting the thing's I'd forgot.

But if I carry on with my walk in this place,
I'm soon to find valley's beyond.
Where I'm kissed by the rays of the sweet sunshine's prayers,
And I've something to feel I am fond.

Where the clouds move as one colored holy pure grey,
To be blessed by the rain as it falls.
Where the flowers stand tall to be equal with me,
And the land is long ridden of fools.

Where the wind carries truth as it sweeps through my hair,
And the leaves in the Autumn scream hope.
Chinese Whispers are played by the stars in the night,
To bring strength to the one's who can't cope.

Yet I still wake to find that I'm here in this place,
Where the bad always happens it seems.
But till I give up hope of finding this place,
I'm sleeping on broken dreams.

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