Sunny days and morning rays. Seems like the end of my angry ways. Statues of children playing together and animals lounging in beautiful weather.
I’ve found my paradise. I visit here every night. Here by the man-made lake so bright. Never would I leave here, for I find so much peace here.
Once I awake, I long for this place within reality. The magic that associates and the wonder it brings. How I would love to sit under this Giving Tree this coming spring.
But is now autumn, and I find myself at the bottom of the place I once was. But this is not a bad thing. I’m below the height of my anxieties; below the things that bring me anguish. I now speak my own language.
Filled with happiness and longing, I know I am wrong to believe I’m not worthy of this dream. It will come to me soon, it seems.
And I find myself filled with happiness.