Get out of your body.

On a lost glade. Where the breeze of the spring's cold warmth touches you.
And the trees reach up to the skies, trees with blooming pink and white flowers.
The sun is falling down to fall asleep, the sky is becoming orange and deep.
The clouds are slow and very lazy, plodding through the sky, in slow-motion.
The sunbeams are playing hide and seek behind those puffy clouds.
The smell of the fresh and healing waft is reaching to your heart, through your ears.
Inside, you hear the brook from outside.

Sparkling sunshine is dancing on the slow waves.
Like little stars on the Mother Earth.
They're all together, they cater for you.
Just let the sound of the Nature reach through your heart.

I find myself peaceful somewhere in the distance, somewhere apart...