Dolce Far Niente

The sweetness of doing nothing in a day On umber earth and mid birds singing in spring. Spending leisure time in a suspended Bed hung up by each end between two trees. We sit gazing at the heavens in the clear night sky, A theater of dancing stars flitting with the moon. Hymn lull of tickling leaves as the breeze blows Through; its slender tendrils raking through. Soft glow; against the wakeful night darkness As the moon dappled light pirouette on our face.