There is a road I call my own.
There is a place that's mine alone.
Where I’ll go still.
When I am grown.
A special road that seems I planned so perfectly.
Takes me where I wish to be.
A long road ends atop a hill.
Beneath a tall old tree.
I fill my mind with thoughts of what might be.
And watch the leaves sway over me.
Like waves on some green, gentle sea.
This is where I want to be.
You can just think of the poem
Before you fall asleep and
You just might find it inside of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem