Calling Me Home
Come to a retreat and have a chill out day
there’s peace and harmony, to wash the stress away.
A garden of job, a peace garden for contemplation
how can you not find peace and relaxation.
Apples, vegetables and flowers all home grown
there’s silence, solitude but you’re not alone.
A calmness you feel but can’t truly explain
to have this calmness, I need to return again.
So many lovely people, all with a need to share
our reasons for being here because we all care.
I can find myself but lose myself to peace
a warm gentle harmony, my stress to release.
Colours around so vibrant, every shade to see
it tells me to chill, to let my inner self free.
Come to a retreat to be calm, to let worries out
let everything just float away, no more doubt.
Walking through the peace garden even in rain
all sense of stress leaves just tranquillity to remain.
A craft room to meet and make friends, to create
a time of wellness, of joy all things to sedate.
To return again would be a plan I need to make
of all their harmony and wellbeing, I need to take.
There people volunteer and wow what a job they do
they relax, they calm and they educate you.
I left there feeling refreshed, a calmness to know
and I know I must return for my peace to grow.
A peace garden just waiting, calling me home
where I can sit, be silent but I know I’m not alone.