In this green field

Loud voices whisper to me,
over the distance, they travel
in this green field.

They mean nothing to me,
I’m at home, breathing clean,
in this green field.

Nothing disturbs me,
in this green field.

I am in love with sanctity,
in this green field.

I feel crisp and acknowledge nothing.
I am strong and I accomplish,
in this green field.

The birds remind me of company,
in this green field.

I have decided to live here,
on those sunny days,
when I have time.
I’ll plant my feet on the ground,
without shoes and socks,
in this green field.

A place without judgement &
I can breathe freely.
I am the luckiest,
in this green field.

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