The Bower

A canopy leading towards paradise
Life thriving to the brim.

A sky of placid blue.
Grass kissed with dew,
Sunflowers bloom to their hue.
The mysterious melody of the cuckoo,
Swirling leaves of the tenacious trees.
A bedlam of chirping grasshoppers!
An orchestra in motion,
The abode of pure bliss.

As their soul unfolds,they go about
in their own lone way,playing their part;
In this eternal plot,
Inside our miraculous pale blue dot.