One Thing Missing

Halls of green pines high, a kissing sun, a poets sky. Gentle winds caress the skin, colours burst and blend within. Pinks and blues in sentient sprays, natures love fills my days. Daisies, buttercups catch the eye, as birds in song fill the sky. Flora dances, Flora sings, with her song the colour brings. Sows her seed as she plays, shows her love in many ways. And lazy sun just watches on, the grass is lush and dew is gone. And the dragonfly darts with translucent wings, the busy bee as pollen clings, sunbeams fall and kiss the skin, and I soak the joy felt deep within. I stand and listen, nought to hear, but the opening petals of a dog rose near. This aura this ambience, holds both heart and soul in a trance. Spellbound by this wondrous gift, my thoughts aroused and senses lift. The one thing missing in this paradise, is your hand.