The plants swaying in the breeze.
The birds calling for their mates.
The trees whispering to each other.
The wind howling to himself.
The moonlight glistens on the pond.
The fish are dancing to silence.
Everyone needs a place to hide,
A place to be with themselves,
Everyone needs a place to think,
A place that they can talk to,
A place that always listens.
For me that place is right here,
Sitting in this deck chair,
This place
is home.
