Edinburgh

Envy green on branches swing
Above my resting frame
I lay on grass of early spring
The greenest radiance aflame

There I dream in a conscious stream
And the clouds whirl but never stay
I lay for hours in this echoing green
As my eyes lull then flutter away

Dreamers dine on only wine
Except the sun's warm cure
I breathe in fresh air till I'm fine
And can leave with this memory of Edinburgh