My chest full of knots as the pressure grows

I close my eyes and to my special place I go

A sweet sea breeze undulates in my nose

A sea of golden sunflowers planted in rows

Snow capped rocky peaks jut from the ground

Water falls, and bird songs are the only sound

The ghostly gray moonlight and a cool breeze

The warmth of someone I love above the trees

The crunch and glitter of fresh fallen snow The echo from the mountains as I call below The smell of pine and twinkling lights The early chill of the mats before the fights

The comfort of family, neighbors and friends This should be where my story ends Slowly I return and see that I'm far from home When I can, it is there that my mind shall roam