Pink peonies petering in the wind, a gentle kiss and soon they're gone
peacefully perusing puffed with color, just before the touch of dawn
Warming waters walking days of heat, seashore moments on the heart
waterfalls and water flows, shoulders ease the mouth is a waterspout
Eagles echoing with euphoria soaring over ethereal embers of the night
emitting enchanting glows with their eyes, they fly towards the light
Forest forage, food of the wild watch it fan across the hourglass of time
fawns and fairies flowers and feverfew close your eyes, count to nine
Seashore shells cradled deep inside your hand, leave initials in the sand
listen to the music of nature's big bandstand, coming from a Sacred land
The pink peonies you once touched are waiting at the gates of love,
winter will be over soon springtime will arrive to fit you like a glove.