Mind Retreat – Two

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Occasionally, I imagine myself
In a green valley
Peppered with pink,
Blotted with blue.
A stream runs down the center,
Snowcapped mountains miles away
And pleasant sky,
A few scattered clouds.
There’s a gentle breeze
And songs from birds,
Some chatter from a nearby village.
No tech, just an old way of life.

Just my own valley of peace
Putting my mind at ease.