Spring Wind Carrying Scent of Soft Earth

[rockabyejames]

Why should we ever leave this place?
Splendor abounds,
And clouds gathered soon will pass
In the meantime I shall smile at the rainfall
And frown at the sun

The moon hangs where it does,
and you may go there some day;
I hope you like what you find,
But I think I like it where it is

And me here
Where I am.

This is a good place.

I love you.
Don't get lost.