Warm Lavender For My Pillow
I jumped and kissed the moon, it blushed an
orange glow. I climbed a tree and plucked a
star, before the frost could show.
The Owl hoo! Hoo! who are you, my name
is Flora a Goddess long ago. I journey from
bed to bed, to watch my children grow. Each
night, o'er hills and dales, valleys, hedgerows,
copse and vales. I bless the seeds with gentle
love, sprinkle stardust from above. Walk the
fields when the moon is wan, straighten the
Daisies where the rabbits ran. My children
crave for affection, I give them heart and my
protection. Every flower, every shrub, and
every weed creates an ambience for the air
to feed. Colourful, elegant, some are plain,
before these eyes they are my name. Come
the day my work is played, the sun, the
wind, the rain shall aid.
In shaded glade I must sleep, if for the night
my promise keep. Under the spreading magic
Willow, a bed of moss and Lavender for my
pillow. Surrounded by a sea of sound, the
Bluebells sway and chime. I close my eyes,
to sleep in peace and time.
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