By Samaria Rountree, Virginia State University
The sun gently glazes the ground and kisses my face
Colorful petals float above stems covering the vast field,
I stand in the center of the field surrounded herds of clustered trees.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath
The wind flutters around like a butterfly fresh out of a cocoon,
and the flowers dance to the soft song of the birds.
I know I can always come here whether I am far or near.
This isn’t a real place
Its a surreal place
A place I come to when I’m afraid
A place I come to when I am worried
A place I come to when I am nervous
A place my mind created especially for me
I gaze up and see the sky smiling down at me.
I know I am so small in the huge world,
Yet, I feel most important
when
I
am
here.
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