My mouth tastes warm and fuzzy
as it lingers on my tongue.
There is a busy beehive day
until the work is done
The place is marked
and waiting there
are silver, gold and green.
The folds and shades
and raucous quiet
are wildly serene.
One deep breath of warm moonlight
There's suckle on the air.
Tolkien couldn't plan it better
There's magic here I swear.
Tinted light and ruffled breeze
We feel the freedom fast.
Tickled toes we feel at ease.
I wish this all could last.
The place is marked
above my head
are silver, gold and green
The folds and shades
and raucous quiet
are wildly serene.
My mouth tastes warm and fuzzy
as it lingers on my tongue.
It's been a busy beehive day
but now the work is done.
5/15/2013
