Enchanting Domain
© Punk Rocker Arashi (2006)
Striding to that familiar spot,
With an enormous boulder on which I rest.
Flowers, grass, and trees
With scents so strong.
Flowing brook and titter tatter of birds,
So peaceful and relaxing...
The crystal liquid as cold as ice in my mouth
When the day is like fire.
My naked feet padding across the tender grasses.
So gently the breeze drifts threw my long, golden tresses.
Alas, there it is!
My refuge, my stage, my savior...
All and only mine.
This place I lay,
Never to awaken again.