Round Here

Brown wood.
Green leaves.
You mean so much to me.
Smell of lavender
In a field of light green.
My mind is full of these things.
Home is where mountains surround me.
My life; in the middle of spring.
I lay in a garden
Made by nature's collection
Oh, how this valley sings!
I grip at branches
And laugh in the wind
This is the air of wild things.
The sound out here..
It could write a song.
I hear it sing.
A timeless voice from dusk til dawn.
Rhinestones on my jeans
Could outshine the sun
I try to dance away the ground
And leave a trail from where I had begun.
This place knows me,
It does,
Though not by name.
By my wild heart
It holds me safe
And won't let me slip away.

~ B