My Sanctuary it\'s
Under the canopy of trees,
swinging dangerously close as wind blows,
fresh air fills the arena with the sweet smell of nature.
On the soft meadow grass
that\'s where I lay my blanket,
and listen,
to the soothing sounds of the forest.
A steady stream of light is
captured making everything magical,
as the harmful rays diverted
and the rest caressing my skin,
That\'s the beauty of my sanctuary.