Idle
The blue sky is my ceiling
The fluffy clouds my pillow
And here I lounge in dreamy bliss
Beneath a weeping willow
The sunlight catching idle thoughts
To turn them into rays
And scatter them
Like sunny seeds
To brighten darker days
Comments
A world away from your darker stuff, Stephen. Versatile or what?
Thank you Julie & Stephen. It was actually an oak...but it doesn't rhyme with pillow 😄.
And thanks for the likes Tommy, Tom, Mike & Clare 🌷🌷
Yes, this is a gem, Stephen.
Heavenly 🙏
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Stephen Atkinson
Wed 4th May 2022 12:01
Not sure about versatility J.C. I just write any old stuff that comes into my head 😄. Probably influenced by what I'm listening to or watching! But thanks.
And for the additional likes! 🌈