The Picnic (poem)

So here we are alone again my dear

To share our special picnic with this tree

Which waited for its lovers to appear

And kept our precious bed so carefully


It must be spring see all the flowers bloom

Do you recall the song that lights the air

As we are warmed by jasmine’s rich perfume

The call for kisses comes from everywhere


Yet do you feel inside that something strange

With all of the perfection which abounds

We’re in a place where nothing seems to change

And in reality it has no grounds.


Our tree now gently sweeps us to the sky

To gaze at lofty lovers set aglow

A scene not sad yet still it makes one sigh

That was us so very long ago

Music only

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