A Secret Field

I hear the sounds of rushing water,
going through my mind.

I hear the sounds of life,
coming from behind.

I see the colors, blue to gray,
green to red, and brown today.

I see trees and rocks and logs and sand,
going through the gaps in my hand.

I see the flowers with green grass all around,
along with the other sights and sound.

The feelings rush through me, calm to bored,
curious to relaxed, all at the same accord.

As I leave this place, I finally find,
it was nothing more, than from my mind.

awsome poem.