~ A Freedom Place ~ I'm roaming the hills in a freedom place: full of creation, with the wind in my face. Feeling nomadic, no cares in the world, experiencing nature as she unfurls. At one with the universe, at peace with myself, feeling closer to God, I've put life on a shelf. Wild flowers sway gently, their aroma fills the air, the trees play soft music as they rustle with a flair. I lie in the grass, a blade in my mouth, watching the ducks all heading south. They fly in formation to another land, the scene is lazy, the feeling grand A little squirrel peeks out from behind a tree curiously watching for what he can see, he nibbles a tidbit that he's found in his path, he leaps from his branch, he feels no wrath, he frolics; he plays; he appears free from strife; in this simple way, he lives out his life. The birds: they flit and twitter and sing; the least of their worries is what tomorrow will bring. There are butterflies,woodchucks, an occasional snake; in my freedom place many creatures have a space. They live, they play, they survive and they're free; this is the way life ought to be. roaming the hills in a freedom place, feeling nomadic with the wind on my face; experiencing nature as she unfurls, at one with creation, at peace with the world. Feeling God's presence as never before, in my freedom place.... with Him.... ~ Written by Mary Silva Award received in December, 2004