the breathing space

I walk in the breathing space

The breezes never blow away

In the garden of flowers and palm trees

Listening to the birds singing

The mountain as the green backdrop

Of misty floating clouds capturing my eyes

I watch how Nature brings joy and peace

The way life should be free

I listen to the echo

The cry and pain some will go

They don't listen to sage advice

They think they know all

I watch the faces

The fear they see

When the demons come face to face

The wind laughing through its whirring sound

I don't have to pretend

The world isn't a perfect stage

There will bad wolves running

And the bad rabid dogs snarling