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.
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