State of Mind

I had a garden, it was my private sanctuary. In the early morning hours I sat alone on a hidden path of deeply embedded stones surrounded my moss. The birds would sing, the chipmunks would scurry, and the bunnies would stoically watch from afar. I was a Disney princess, sans the whistling and replace the dwarfs with garden gnomes. Content to plant, weed, and prune, I was calm and happy even when my life was not.

I left my animated existence. I moved, not only to another state, but to another state of mind.

Maybe if I sang.