I wondered one day.
How it would feel to be, in a wonder way!
A gushing river of honey and wine.
And in the morning, a golden
Sun would shine.
Peacocks and Rabbits and Butterflies,
High hills and leafy woods,
Sparrows and parrots in the azure skies!
On my branches a nightingale sings,
To and fro on the branches it swings.
Here I am under the greenwood trees
Sniffing gleefully the aromatic breeze.
While watching the running stream,
Ended my wonder way dream.
February, 2024