In the Place of Peace, I saw the birds preen their feathers amongst the tree branches, the dappled light casting a beautiful pattern across their backs.

In the Place of Peace, I heard the wind chime hanging from my proch chime gently, as if to call weary travellers to my home.

In the Place of Peace, I felt the grass curcle softly around my feet as I went to collect my harvest from my small garden.

In the Place of Peace, I smelt my ripe strawberries sitting under the sun and the freshly cut grass around my garden boxes.

In the Place of Peace, I tasted the fresh water from my little stream and the earthy after tastes, remenents from its journey through to earth

In the Place of Peace, I wondered if this world had too much peace, that it seemed so perfect, so good, but it was quiet, no others came to my place of peace, but how could they, peace is usually hidden.