Shes leaves the house with a smile
Shes off to a spot she hasn't been for a while
Her favourite place
One serene and full of grace
With the whole day to waste
She walks at a bohemian pace
She passes under the stone arch
Admires the shade of every branch
As Her shoe taps the bricks
with rhymth she skips
She raises her head towards the sky
Watching the fluffy clouds drift effortlessly up high
She admires the variety of kites
Red specks dancing at heights
Through the clouds the warm sun glares
The cherps of many birds she hears
The clouds drifft over, and through the sun rays peers
The hues brighten
And the mood lightens
She spots a lovely corner
Where it looks a little warmer
Between two oak trees
With just the right amount of breeze
She lays on her back
And removers from her pack
A rather curious tatted book
Ones shes glad she took
Her book of sketches
As she draws time stretches
The sun sinks low,
But she has little intention to go
The sky dull crimson red
She adjusts her head
As she takes in the glorious sight
She feels full of magical might