This is sanctuary
A haven from furrowed brow,
Where nature claims its foothold
Stress in backseat now.
Ones mind drifting
Filtering noise so loud,
Where patterns dance overhead
Painted by wandering cloud.
A minute spent in my haven
Clearing the head, feeling fine,
I can walk on water
Then turn it into wine.
Colour displayed in a rainbows coat
With the scent to match its splendour,
All negativity and sadness
Is returned with interest to sender.
My little haven
This tiny patch of land,
Although it was created by my labours
It's blessed by Gods strong hand.
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