A meadow of tall grass,
Islands of flowers,
A single tall tree, rests in the middle.
I sit down in its shade,
Close my eyes,
A bundle of grapes at my side.
A bell rings, in the distance,
Not often but persistent.
A bird chirps above or behind me
Another sings somewhere,
Maybe just in my mind.
Trickling water brings music to me,
Breezes singing with aid of the tree.
Evolutions of revolutions
Has brought peace to me,
Wherever ever I've been,
This is the place to be.
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