Places

I walk inside

and the scent is wide

The soft lights shining

The tea kettle whining

The windows are a black mark

but show the light of the town in dark

The spicy smell of winter

A floor without a single splinter

The countertops reflect

the joy and harmony, in the world of a speck

Being calm and quiet

the feeling makes me fly

It fill me up inside

so I never want to hide

My place, my light, my scene

is perfect and serene

In the darkest o

f night

It is filled with light

For all to come and see