Past the hills and through the trees,
where the skies meet the seas
Is a place of beauty and ease.
You will find time resides
within chrysalistic shrines,
And the sound which you hear
growing clearer as you near,
Sings of happiness waiting
for You.
Feathered breezes lift your soul
tethered worries releasing hold,
You know now that you've found peace.
2005
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