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.
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.