sanctuary

In those woods at the end of my street

I would roam and catch tadpoles in the heat

When the snow came those trees were the safe place to be

Now I realize why in those days I felt most myself

I found my way back to the things I enjoyed in my youth

Fills my soul like nothing else I'm starting to see anew

So I romanticize my life

The little things make my day nice

And each hobby that I find is like a new color

That lets me paint my life and make it less dull