Untitled By Pam Bridgeo

This is my home,
Where the sun illuminates the sky,
And rays of light shine through trees
To cast shadows upon the troden path.
Where spirits reveal themselves
To me, and I fell
Like I'm in another world.
I belong here,
In the place where my senses are heightened,
And I can healthat which is wounded.
Where animals come to me freely,
And all is serene and balanced.

To hear the birds is to clear your mind,
To hear the water is to cleanse your soul,
To feel the energy is to reunite.
I cna sing and voice will be that
Fo an elf.
I can walk, and feet will float
Above the earth.

These woods I know
The sounds, sights, and
Smells so familiar.
To breathe the air is to cease
Wanting, desireing, and willing.

Tho, none can compare
To the softness of my love's kiss,
On that floods my every vein
With emotion, and stirs My soul
Within his firm yet gentle Embrace.
This is love.