The warmth of the sun on my face,
Brightness which makes me close my eyes,
How could there be a better place?
There isn’t one that money buys.
It isn’t sun which makes me glad,
It’s not the colour of the sky.
Although these things don’t make me sad,
They still are not the reason why.
The reason why I smile now,
The reason I refuse to frown,
Though before I didn’t know how,
I’m staying up and won’t feel down.
My body hurts, my body aches,
I do not know why I go on.
And even when my poor heart breaks,
All of my love is never gone.
I see the sky and feel the breeze,
I see the birds that fly around.
I see the grass and also trees,
All from sitting here on the ground.
And as the night time starts to come,
The warmth escaping cold night air,
I find my body start to numb,
I think of those for whom I care.
I start to fade now into sleep.
I have a smile on my face.
It doesn’t matter where I am,
I’ll always find my special place.

By Lloyd McLean (1993)

This poem is part of the Seasons of Emotion collection