My Place
The breeze rustling the branches
The warmth of the early sun
The feeling of serenity in the air
The smells all around
And of course the sounds
Are enough to make me marvel
The feel of the grass beneath my feet
How thick and green it is
The trees grow close,
Side by side
Like a family protecting each other
This place, however, is odd it seems
For no life is heard beyond the leaves of the trees
Not a whisper of an animal scurrying away
Or even a call of a bird,
My place is beautiful
But it seems to want to be left unnoticed.