Where I Want To Be Poem by Summer Song

My head lies on my windowsill
Light shines on my face
and crawls across my wooden floor
To every darkened place

An open book sits in my lap
I mark the open page
looking at a mangled tree
surrounded in hills of sage

I put the book beside me
On my fluffy bed
My arms are lain apon the sill
on them I rest my head

My chin lies gently on my arm
the sky is dotted with many mountain
that have a special look of glass
like mist in a fountain

Below there is a forest
I can see the tree tops in the distance
A line below the sky
that has magical existance

I close my eyes once more
I open them but keep completely still
my eyes are drawn once again
to the scene beyond my windowsill

I look again through the sill
at the mangled tree
and climb down from my room
to stand by it reverantly

I place my hand on it's trunk
the sun shines on my face
and sparkles through it's branches
with a simple grace

I run across the rolling hills
My dress flows behind me
as I whisper again and again
'this is where I want to be'