My Happy Place

I have a type of meditation, a happy place. I go to without hesitation. There are streams that fall and gorgeous peach Trees that stand tall. It’s where I go to escape and ask Jesus about my fate. Every time I begin to walk me and my father start to talk, it’s always been that way. When we get together, there’s so much to say. hand in hand we stroll as his present brings light to my soul. I go to my happy place just to see daddy’s face through the garden, We go. Where tons of flowers overflow. The serpent is always near, waiting to strike All thats dear discipline has become my honeybee, flying around so free. Sometimes it stings but well worth it to meet the king. The water is blue. The sky looks brand new. This is where I want to stay. Yesterday today and every day.