The place in my head

I step through the wooden gate;
My hands brush against the long grass,
The wind blows softly through my hair,
I sit and take a deep breath.

Alone with my thoughts
And away from everything,
The sun is setting.
The last track of warmth
Cleanses my mind.

I sit here in peace;
No cars,
No shouting,
Away from the chaos of the urban streets.
This is the place in my head
where I gain my inner peace.