Agitated, whenever I feel,
Colors are always calming,
The store beckoned to me,
Mysteriously patterned and hued.
Shelves lined with yards of reds,
Fragrant candles waft along,
Carved into beauty many a box,
Glittering décor strewn around.
Minutes can turn into hours,
With a pick of the random
A trinket that's filled with hope,
And heart serenaded with peace.
I wondered why it was so,
Not once but every time,
This happens to be the outcome,
Then today, it dawned on me.
It wasn't the materials within,
Rather the transportation sense
Takes me to times serene,
That's nowhere else to be seen.