Staring at fields
Is a lovely past-time
Counting the sheep is one too
But nothing compares to the wind
In my hair
As I waltz on the shore
With the sea-spray
And the the crickets, giving us a clickety serenade.
Flowers are all well and good,
And so is having breakfast in bed.
Chocolate’s as great as anything else,
But if ever you need to decide on a gift,
What I’d recommend is a
With all the toppings one can get.
Or a bag of kettle corn if you dare.
Of all the wonderful things in the world,
Like whole books on tree bark,
And swirly designs,
A dance in the rain
While wearing layers of clothes,
Is surely just as divine.
The glorious is what you think it is
So think of the tapestry,
Intricately and painstakingly embroidered by hand,
And appreciate every thread.
This is life.