On evenings like these I find there's nothing finer
than reclining in peace with ice cold mango cider.

My troubles suspended in smoke scented sweet
while kittens purr softly, asleep at my feet.

I sit in my garden and watch the sky flow
from sunlight to starlight in hues treacle slow.

Here heaven arrives, solace mine for the asking,
when Rocky sings softly of White Daisies Passing.