My Dream Cottage

Wrapped is the dark downy wood

By a blanche blanket the foamy mist weaved;

Hence robbing the clarity of the panorama pleasing:

But still the estatic ethereal look remain.

Wet is every gracious green blade

With pristle dew drop dangle-

With the pride of ownership,the blue breeze blow-

Making its way thru the gloomy grove.

As it stride some delicate dew drop drops,

To itlose itself among the wild wine hard:

They slip, slide,roll and skate- to everlasting eternity for heaven's sake.

The arms of the jubliant star struggle

To caress the dear darling earth;

Overcoming the long leacherous night's bitterness-

Earth yearnsthe splendid sun's embrace.

The sharp sweet song of the arboreal musicians

Breaks the silence of the woods.

Obsure do they remain, the sensuous singers,

Filling the wild woods with their plaintive strain

The rippling river ,soothing and caressing

Tending tiny boulders each.

Enjoy graylings and tunies flipping fins and tails-

Tearing themselves thru waters blue.

The groung gowned in array rilliant;

Pink pansies,primrose and violet,

Delicate jasmine,roses red and white-

Whose fragrance tender fill the wilderness wide.

In such a place a cozy cottage be:

Like in the fabulous tales we see:

Thats where I long to live my life;

Free from cities stryggle,strife and peril

Enjoying the peace and plaesure

Of our Mother Nature's gift.