The dew drops glistened under the caress
Of the early sun-beam, as it lit her eyes like that of a doe.
Awakening gently, unsheathing her finesse
Tenderly she stretched , as she turned aglow.
Still yearning for the dreams the night had bred
As the birds tweeted overhead,
And the sweet-smelling grass murmured beneath
There she was, sitting pretty in the bed.
Soaking in the warmth of the morning sun
Non-chalant at the growing buzz
She thought that she’d seen it all
(Or perhaps she had seen none?)
Beginning to get a little annoyed
At the musings of the others that came alive
As they waited with bated breath
For their winged companions to arrive.
Soon she was interrupted in her dream
Not unpleasantly, but by a gentle nudge
Of the hairy being waiting to kiss her freckled spots
As he jostled against the sun-beam.
He used his lively demeanor,
His soothing voice, even.
He used all his charm
On attempting to impress the pretty little one.
Was she swayed ? Certainly not.
But to her surprise, she didn’t mind
His company, his constant banter
She felt something change, as their thoughts entwined.
As the sun rose higher,
They chatted away.
He regaled her with tales of yonder
As she looked wide-eyed with wonder.
The sunbeam visited again
But a new beginning dawned
She was among her sisters this time, waiting
But she knew, (just as he?), that theirs was a different bond
They enjoyed whatever little time they had together
As their hidden fears they tried to allay
They both knew he would move away to new gardens
And she would have to fade away.
The day of parting came sooner, as it always does
His eyes were filled with things unspoken
As she put on a happy charade
Though deep inside she was too heart-broken.
We’ve gone crazy, we’ve laughed,
We’ve fought, we’ve cried,
The time we’ve spent together
Short as it may seem,
Will always be my sweetest dream.
Go now, don’t fret
Leave the unspoken things unsaid
Tis only a matter of time
Before you meet another flower.
But no matter where you go,
Or who you’ll be
You will never find
Another one like me.
Of the early sun-beam, as it lit her eyes like that of a doe.
Awakening gently, unsheathing her finesse
Tenderly she stretched , as she turned aglow.
Still yearning for the dreams the night had bred
As the birds tweeted overhead,
And the sweet-smelling grass murmured beneath
There she was, sitting pretty in the bed.
Soaking in the warmth of the morning sun
Non-chalant at the growing buzz
She thought that she’d seen it all
(Or perhaps she had seen none?)
Beginning to get a little annoyed
At the musings of the others that came alive
As they waited with bated breath
For their winged companions to arrive.
Soon she was interrupted in her dream
Not unpleasantly, but by a gentle nudge
Of the hairy being waiting to kiss her freckled spots
As he jostled against the sun-beam.
He used his lively demeanor,
His soothing voice, even.
He used all his charm
On attempting to impress the pretty little one.
Was she swayed ? Certainly not.
But to her surprise, she didn’t mind
His company, his constant banter
She felt something change, as their thoughts entwined.
As the sun rose higher,
They chatted away.
He regaled her with tales of yonder
As she looked wide-eyed with wonder.
The sunbeam visited again
But a new beginning dawned
She was among her sisters this time, waiting
But she knew, (just as he?), that theirs was a different bond
They enjoyed whatever little time they had together
As their hidden fears they tried to allay
They both knew he would move away to new gardens
And she would have to fade away.
The day of parting came sooner, as it always does
His eyes were filled with things unspoken
As she put on a happy charade
Though deep inside she was too heart-broken.
We’ve gone crazy, we’ve laughed,
We’ve fought, we’ve cried,
The time we’ve spent together
Short as it may seem,
Will always be my sweetest dream.
Go now, don’t fret
Leave the unspoken things unsaid
Tis only a matter of time
Before you meet another flower.
But no matter where you go,
Or who you’ll be
You will never find
Another one like me.
