It's my place to escape -
escape from my thundering troubles.
The breeze calms my nreves,
is pleasing to my eyes.
The grass has never been cut.
butterflies fly high over my face.
The bird's next has never been invaded.
Baby buttercups sway with grace
Ladybirds creep over my skin,
while I lie there dreaming.
I don't want to go now.
My dream hasn't ended.
I'll stay for another few hours
letting my hair wisp in the air,
skimming stones through the pond,
watching the ripples in the water.
by Suzannah
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Comment from Kenya: the poem stresses the need for peace especially the middle of trouble and calmness reduces stressful thoughts. The normal activities of the creatures ie the flying butterflies, creeping of ladybirds cannot stop because of our troubles but besides that we need lonely and quiet places so as to relieve ourselves.
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