Peace lies in fields of green,
A succulent place, serene.
Stress melts away,
as trees sway.
As the fiery sun sets,
Darkness is met,
with eyes open,
senses awoken.
Moonlight dances,
upon the swaying branches,
Warm summer air,
felt upon skin, bare.
Dazzling stars,
ingrained in memoirs.
Wishes spoken,
for a second, time frozen.
Copyright ©️ by JennyFrye. June 11, 2024. All rights reserved.
Heartland Echoes 