Reverie...

Many a day has come and gone,
from the autumn's twilight to the winter's morn,
from the first blush of the sun at dawn,
to its scorching blaze and midday scorn.

The winding path round the wood.
meets the bubbling water of the stream,
the barny owl's in a drowsy mooda,
ready to doze off and dream.

The fiery sun has left its bed,
shining with all its might,
the little robin,in search of bread-
is ready for its flight.

The soothing cool northern breeze,
whispers in my ears,
the lore of the forgotten kingdom,
of its smiles and its tears.

---• » Aamen.