Poem on stress management

Going to My Happy Place
                                
                                 By Kelly Roper

When I feel the stress building, I go to my happy place.
I close my eyes, lean back, and imagine the sun on my face.

I listen the birds sweetly chirping in the trees.
To relax myself even more, I imagine a gentle breeze.

Once I feel the awful tension begin to slip away,
I open my eyes and stretch, ready to restart my day.