• The willow tree's leaves gently swaying in the breeze whisper its secrets to me. The ponds surface is so still it looks like glass. The grass so soft its like laying on the softest bed. The sun warms my face and arms and i smile. Everything is still. Even the crickets chirps seem quiet and soft. This is my safe haven when i am awake but want to be asleep. Imagining this relaxes me. Thinkiong about breaking away from this haven and leaving it to go back to the cold, cruel, and judgemental world we live in is freightening. In my safe haven i can sleep on the soft grass or read under the willow tree. I can block out all sounds, feeling and disterbances.Alone but not alone, here but there. No worries, only peace.Soft whispers still draw me back from thought and back t dream.Alas, every good thing has an end. In my safe Haven.