Valley of the Wildflowers

Fresh waters flow
From mountains high
To the valley below.

The winding Peace River
Threads through the valleys,
Through wildflower fields,
To the mouth
Of the Ocean of Dreams.

The wildflower meadows
Hold scents bold and beautiful.

Here the dreamer breathes
Freely and peacefully,
Surrounded by whatever fragrance
Their heart most desires.

By day beneath bright sunlight,
Vibrant colours bloom across petals,
Swaying gently in the sweet breeze.

At night beneath moonlight,
They shine just as brightly,
Glowing with unearthly brilliance.

Glistening mother-of-pearl stones,
White as starlight,
Rest within soft green paths
That wander through the fields,
From ocean shore
To mountain foot.

It is a place where the dreamer is content,
Grounded and whole.

Untouchable.
Unreachable.

Until they are ready
To journey home.