Stumbling down the road
Before the mornings first glow,
I walked under the boughs after it poured
And in the mystical dawn it smelled of petrichor.

Blowing out from the caves of the sea-
****** whistles in the trees.
His daughter floats in the mist-
Brushing 'gainst my lips.

Finally, spring's warm bliss
Sprouts lush gardens with a soft kiss.
As happy as ever-
I wander down the road in a haze
through these Halcyon Days.