Bliss and Delight

The Cruciverbalistic Bookworm

Those days of being one with nature
Ever the mortal merging with earth
The fresh air and bluest sky a caricature
All of which seem far out of reach and away

Time spent in the benign sun and soft breeze
When the heart’s and feet’s paces were at ease
Have led to the dream of wanting to close eyes
And sleep the good sleep in that bed of leaves

Neither a single day nor a spate of boredom
Goes by without reminiscing the greenery
Of the hill and valley within a small heaven
Always the ethereal garden of heavenly bloom

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