Happy place

The swishing,

Swaying,

Towering,

Trees.

The short leafy shrubs,

In shades of greens.

From flowers,

Short lived,

With colours so bold.

To rivers and mountains,

So vast,

So old.

Here I belong,

Here I will stay,

Here’s where I’ll spend the rest of my days.

Here they don’t judge,

Here they don’t hate,

Here we just love, and live, and play.

With mountains and shrubs and trees,

With flowers and rivers and bees,

With magic and moonlight and me,

We can finally live happily.

-Louie Elliott