Memoir #2 : Sense of Home

Sitting under a tree with my eyes closed,
the sweet smelling ground-like fragrance,
the birds chirping their songs of love,
the whooshing of the wind, whispering your name.

Oh, I would never want it another way!

the sun stealing a kiss on my cheeks,
as I lay down and gaze upon the clouds,
my dog running down the hill,
then eventually trips off.