Somewhere

Somewhere there is a glasshouse
letting in the light
A bright green trickle of life
where things aren't black and white
Seedlings sing of nurture
And fernfronds dance in the mist
Butterflies touch the lilies
Like innocent puppies kiss
 
Somewhere along those stepping stones
skirted by fertile moss
A person is saturated with serenity
Their vital hands potting the rich soil
The air bringing life to their lungs
 
Somewhere the air's not heavy
Where care means care not care
No stresses or worries that burden
but only the healing of the seasons
 
Somewhere, someone
Someone, somewhere
 
has freedom