Meditation 3

My mind is elsewhere

It dreams of green and golden

Of trees and beaches

I wait in yearning

For the day that I am free

From my white walled cell

The rivers beckon

As do the mountains and hills

Patiently waiting

Wind blows on my face

The sand is between my toes

Freedom has found me

Next are the forests 

Let the pavement take me there

Where roads turn to dirt

Pine needles and leaves

Their beauty is ever present

In all four seasons

Sights and sounds of home

Always astound and impress

My heart lies with you