I woke from sleep upon a bed of daffodils.
Head resting on the bosom
Of mother Earth's soft hills,
Tipped with roseate stone.
Rising, I mused along soft sloping plains,
Until I reachad a pleasant grotto,
Neath the shadow of soft reeds.
I dipped my face within
The warm soothing font,
And lapped at the sweet
Flowing waters.
I boldly dove into the warm depths
Of that nurturing site,
Adding my essence to
The welcoming grotto.
I took happy exercise within,
Plunging again and again,
Into the flowing fluid of
This delightful place.
until...
I, sated with the pleasure,
Of my activities,
Returned and lay back down
Upon my bed of daffodils,
Head resting on
The bosom of my world.
Donovan Baldwin