Therapist: francisocran

Mesmerized in her gaze

Glaringly stunned and giantly meek within.

When am unrest and other half boils in fructuring mind.

I approach her presence

And finds her sitting still till 

Years ago but never bored, 

Epitome of precious peace,

Looking wonderfully genuine.

I lie in her bossom and wonders her chest of courage.

Its green, violet ,indigo- all colours

Roses there,emerald here

High and low proudly optimistic

And all blosomsly transcending equilibrium.

Her massage is of the ancient

Warm and me like quartz

Her smell sooths the mind

Her words and actions few

Always silent but sings lullaby loudly silence.

Her impact is beyond measures

Healing my doubtful sapien

And moulding me into ripples of peace.

Bringing good tidings to the shore.

Therapy is her nature

And nature is her.