my imagination

~~the grass is soft beneath my feet
the air around me is all so sweet
im in love with the trees
im in love with the hills
I have not been taken here against my will
I come here of my on accord
this is where I come
this is where I explore
I find a tree stump where there is a hole
I enter wisely
ive been here before
ive come to a place where only I own
this is my imagination
this is my home
this is my safe place
I will not roam 

naomi porch 2014