The Great Escape

Closed eyes and deep breathing subsided,
As soft as the wind,
She whispered,
"Stay beautiful."

The breeze tickled the thick grasses.
One momoent,
pure silence.
Sunshine covered by clouds left tinted light,
Shone through holes in the sky,
onto rolling fields of wheat
and never-ending mazes of flowers.

Life is all that can be seen.
Sprouts of new growth.
Over the years she watched them bloom,
and towering trees trying to touch the sky.

The city sounds don't exist here.
A scent of smoke cannot be found.
No on speaks,
Just sounds of settling.
Where people are welcome,
because nature won't hold a grudge.
She whispered,
"Stay beautiful."