As I glance around my corner room,
a place that I call home;
The walls glistening in pearly white,
bringing peace when I'm alone.
My writing desk of hearty oak,
is carved quite intricately;
With books and papers piled high,
all arranged meticulously.
A tiny table sits by the window,
and placed there with supreme delicacy;
Is my collection of porcelain flowers,
imbuing a sense of serenity.
A Queen Anne's chair near the fireplace,
gleams in a vivid, azure blue;
With a comfy quilt of rosy pink,
lay waiting for me at noon.
The flowing diaphanous curtains,
allow rays of pale sunlight today;
While my tea-tray tempts my appetite,
for luscious tastes of scones and Earl Grey.
I could not ask for any finer things,
to set my eager mind at rest;
What a lovely way to face the world,
with a life that's genuinely blessed !
My "dream office" where I could write, play music, gnash on goodies, and just RELAX !