Going To My Happy Place

By Kelly Roper

When I feel the stress building, I go to my happy place.
I close my eyes, lean back, and imagine the sun on my face.

I listen the birds sweetly chirping in the trees.
To relax myself even more, I imagine a gentle breeze.

Once I feel the awful tension begin to slip away,
I open my eyes and stretch, ready to restart my day.

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