My Hiding Place

I have a place to hide away from sadness and Covid and worry.

I go deep into the forest and sit silently among the trees.

I relax in the shade.

I listen to the wind rustling the leaves.

It is a million miles from my troubles.

I pack a chair and a snack.

When I come back, I am refreshed.

The banana forest is just across the drive

but I pretend I am far away.

Everyone needs a banana forest.

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