In My Quiet Place

In My Quiet Place - Therese Aune

Big trees balance alongside the road

Where I walk

They form a green roof above my head

Creating a place for my thoughts

I try to grasp the raw air

To understand the chattering of the birds

As I picture myself in those treetops up there

Blowing freely in the air

The light is slowly fading out

And the horizon

The wind lulls the sun asleep

I wrap myself up in the clouds

No need for words now

I am in my quiet place

Where I indulge myself in silence

Let my woolgathering lead me astray