The door you go in the wood,
A peaceful time is understood,
A butterfly lands on the bush,
He really isn’t in a rush.

It takes us from the stress of life,
You could have left a nagging wife,
But in the stillness peace and calm,
The mind unwinds with great alarm.

You must go back to all the stress,
Well sort of more or less,
You’ll go back perhaps next week on another day,
To find the peace you had today