In the late afternoon,
In the light of the golden sun,
She climbs to a comfortable perch
In her favorite tree
Winter has given way to spring,
And as afternoon darkens to dusk,
She smiles at the world and
Breathes the sweet smell of
Freshly opened flowers, free from the
     green buds that litter the ground.
Over the branch her bare legs
     dangle,
Swinging ever so slightly to the
     whispers of the tired trees
This world is beautiful, a robin sings
And as she closes her eyes,
She thinks of him,
Her lover, her friend
The breeze tickles her skin, and
     he is there,
A perfect dream,
If only it were real,
As she smiles at the world,
If only he were there,
It would not be a dream of solitude.