What a place it would be to live
Waking up to trees everyday
Hearing the leaves,
rustle and, sway
The morning sun,
beating through,
hitting it's beam in between,
surrounding the scene
Evening sunset serene,
a woodland,
where noise will soon be released,
suited to the woodland brief
The smallest insect or animal,
nocturnal conductor,
in the woodwind instrumental choir,
that plays productor
Out in the dream of a night sky,
illuminated with a starry - eye,
covered in a blanket of blue dye
I would never leave,
Soul floating without,
having to give reprieve

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney