"If there is a place where peace and stillness prevail, to it people like to retreat when beset with the perils of life. It can be our home. In every storm it is a refuge, a haven of joy and a sanctuary of life and light" ~By Poet We have a snug retreat far in the woods; An interim sanctuary, not bigger than a robin’s nest. But cozy and comfy for just two souls, A hideout from the fuss n’ fever of life. It has a small garden hemmed with a hedge, Neatly laid out in décor and taste And gleaming with refreshing verdure The haunt of butterflies and honey bees. An ideal place to sneak away now and then, From life’s pressing cares and concerns. Here the air is pristine sans soot and fumes. A confluence where peace and beauty unite. Here we break loose the tethers From the rigid civilities of urban living. Throw away the habits of reserve And become joyous and free-hearted. Sometimes we make an impromptu trip. Sometimes we plan it well in advance. Whatever it be, being here is fun And enjoy our stay like a weekend picnic. On some evenings we go gathering, Succulent fruits and wild berries And roam to the wide stretch of open fields Lying furrowed waiting for seasonal crops. More than ever we now seek solitude. It is in the quiet and not in the noise, That we can plumb life’s depths, That we listen to our hearts’ songs. It is here our souls acquire dove’s wings. Though time has taken its toll on our bodies, Though youth and beauty have gone forever, Still, we walk in the woods with hands clasped. In this sanctuary, we breathe free and find comfort Where sunshine scatters through the canopy of trees And are sheltered from the pressing responsibilities of life!
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