Satinldy's(Hilda) Journal

I Lay on a soft bed of sweet clover,with my head on a pillow of moss.��������������������������������������������������������������

It was cool and sweet in my leafy retreat, with a soft breeze blowing across.

I dropped all of my cares in the brook at my side,the ones that return with each day.

And I watched with a smile for just a short while, then the last one was gone and the brook hurried along,with its busy serene;

I lifted my eyes with a prayer to the skies, bits of blue through the flickering green.

The soft humming sound of the trees all around me,

met the green and gold fragrance of noon,

For a while it was mine,and sweet peace devine,

I sweared it was heaven in June.

������� By Satinlady

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