The Fragrance of Being

The hammock is rocking, swaying
The gentle breeze lifts me, holds me
Wraps around me, enfolds me
Whispering sweet fragrances, saying

promises to keep me safe
Rose petals drift on my skin
Melancholy, sad, sweet violin
Frangipani flowers are stars

in the branches of the tree
holding me, loving me
Pear juice drips from ripe fruit
Peach coloured orb in the sky

Shines honey flavoured warmth
Sunshine rays fly
I feel fulfilled, reformed
content, and transformed

The hammock is rocking, swaying
my touch lingers on the grass below me
Hammock is gentle, swaying
My eyes slowly close
Gently swaying
Sway

Slumber.