In His Arms

I am seemingly content

Chill air caresses her back lightly.

Not bitter but kind and comfortable.

Lights far in the distance

accompany her mind.

Frogs croaking below slow her heart.

Stars above make her feel at home.

Tips of trees sway in sync with her

as she succumbs to the songs in her head.

She's calm and content,

feels as though she could not

be happier.

But she could

...

In his arms.