I’ll sneak through the woods to draw in the crisp air,
Examined by creatures in slovenly lairs;
I’ll rest beneath clouds that inspire fine art,
My head in the cowslip and love in my heart.
The hare shall approve of my peaceful encounters,
He’ll throw me a wink as he hops through the flowers;
The mystical cries of the eagles above
Will summon a feeling of who I once was.
I’ll board a fine vessel to cruise the vast ocean
With nothing but joy as my magical potion;
The stars will put on a magnificent show,
Each one of them bound to my wanderlust soul.
I’ll nurture the child that exists in my being;
A magic that thrives as I keep on believing;
And all of my senses will widely awaken
In Nature’s retreat, my perpetual haven.
© 2017 Amelia Dashwood, All rights reserved.
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