Tuesday, 5 June 2007

In the Park with Siana

Carressed by gentle breeze
That softly ripples azure sparkled depths
Birdsong's sweetest music fills the scented air
Delicate petalled jewels scattered
On soft spring meadow ground
Whispering trees tell tales of long ago
Applauded by a million leaves too young to know
Space and time in cyclic ebb and flow
Spirits joined from past and future drift
And we my friend are as we ever lived

By Pauline