The sun streams hot upon your face
On one of those hot, summer days
When fleecy clouds move slowly by
In the azure firmament on high.

A place beneath a shady tree
Is where you feel you want to be
Just gazing at a waterfall,
The spray of it caressing all.

Where city noise will not intrude
Upon your peace and solitude,
You smell sweet air and you have seen
Beyond are smiling hills of green.

Imagination you have stretched
To think all this, and, now refreshed,
Recharged, you go upon your way
Equipped to do your best all day.

And when the day has gone to bed
You must rest your weary head;
Then, maybe, you will dream of those
Akin to you in cool repose.

--Doreen (Adams) Ellis


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