You and I could sit
for hours and hours
just watching, admiring the land
observing the cloud formations
telling stories,
feeling the warm sand drift
through our fingers,
like our lives, drifting.
You and I could sit
for hours upon end
just listening to the call of the birds
bobbing in their branches
amongst juicy berries.
Ripe, rich and red
just like the cherries in our bowl.
Life, we know is not a bowl of cherries
like our lives, listening.
You and I could talk
about this and that
till the cows come home.
Conversing, listening and learning
about each other.
Sally, we could have tea under
a blackberry vine,
taking in the lavender perfume
admiring poppies dance in the breeze
we could sip dandelion and burdock cordial
till the cows come home.
Talk till the cows come home
Then drift into a little sleep
waking refreshed and ready for the world again...
Oh yes.