A place to retreat

Away from the crowds
Where the skies are blue
White clouds lend shades
And soothing breezes whistled

A nearby spring
Where clear water flows
The sounds of water
Churn out music that dances

The only need is to live authentically
In this land where conventions do not hold
Good-will prospers
And there's little place for pretence and defenses

Flowers blossom
Bees and butterflies gather
Four seasons come and go
Each with wonders of its own

Quieten the mind
Hear the voices of the heart
Away from distractions
To retreat in a place, maybe my own?