So Familiar

The pure air

Sweetened by the sun

Ruffles my hair

And kisses my cheek

 

Leaves sparkle before my eyes

Like a rain of sequins

 

Mesmerizing

 

Already this new place

Has become comforting

 

Familiar, to my struggling self

 

At least the trees will always be trees

At least the air will always be air

At least the rain still falls in the afternoon

To wash away the worries of the world

And let me sleep awhile