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