in the richest meadow of a wooded plain
Where clouds and rain and pain,
rare as a train.
You take your showers by standing outside
in the sun
and letting its rays soak you.
While the birds hum
and the children play, and the day
and the air and your hair
are all one.
every once in a while you sigh
and say, "Where the heck am I?"
It's then that you know,
(although you sorta thought so)
that's youre on vacation
or at recess
or at home
or in Love.