Zen Spot

In the depths of an afternoon reverie,
Under a tree, in the shady cool
There is a rocking chair and a cup of tea.

There is book that I cannot put away,
Prose that moves me infinitely
And it is a warm, gloriously sunny day.

There is the sound of a child asleep,
In tune with the chirping birds
As he turns in his slumber deep.

A dream within a dream,
A magic tree and pixie dust
A small addition to the scene.

Life glides on at a leisurely pace
Love, sunshine, wilderness
Unending summer days.