Calmly under trusted branches I do sit
In this warm woodland of mine,
While flowers faint by my feet as their
breath is taken away by the peace around us.

Bees lazily drift pass me,
Dreaming of their life-giving nectar,
And I, too, imagine such bliss
Although mine takes on the shape of love -
Love I have never tasted,
But which brings light to my ever-blooming heart
all the same.

Suddenly vivid wind sweeps into my woodland
Blowing my hair and my thoughts away -
Away from those hazy dreams of mine
That only come alive in my mind.