Reeds and maple trees,
Shades of elms and whitedrop wine,
Thoughts linger and slip through the sky,
Dandelions and sweet November skies,
Citrus notes and olive groves,
Fingers linger across the skin of ivory cream,
A wall of rippling stream,
In symphony, the bluebirds hum,
Harmoniously voices whisper into the wind.
Gently in the shade we hide,
The world forgotten,
Let it pass us by.