My Land

Somewhere the wind blows clear and sweet

The sky is the palest of blue forever

There is the fresh smell of flowers in bloom

The ground is cushioned by a carpet of grass

Where I can walk though a forest of trees

And picture my fantasies in a sky of clouds

When it rains, it is like a freshening

As though having a new growth of skin to feel

That the world is somehow new again.

Perhaps I can walk through the rain

Or feel the light touch of a snowflake upon my face

I can lower my face into a cool clear stream

To enjoy the thrilling taste of pure sweet water

and I can hope it is all still there