Whilst leafing through a book
On the bench of a garden
The psithurism of trees ensnared me
I was certain it was beckoning —
Me to rest under its arms — and I did.
The sunlight gleamed between the leaves
I squinted to gaze at the vermillion flowers
And I saw the clouds crawling overhead
As I peered at a wilting flower
The words dissipated
I fell in a deep slumber
A raven fluttered away
And I plunged into the shimmering sea
The waves embraced me, the sun winked
I stayed afloat in the water
But the sky betrayed me and crumbled
I awoke from the midday dream
Precipitously a gust of wind
Blazoned the rain
O thank ye, haven!
The fresh aroma vivified me
Under the tree, I sat charmed by Mother Nature.