Though it’s often slow

To build a strong foundation

Is to build quite well

When the rain patters
You’ll find me in my armchair
With a book in hand

And when I do dream
I dream of distant places
And live other lives

The sky’s dappled blue

With grey clouds the sun peeks through

As the day brightens

Earth, plants, and water
They are more than building blocks
They give life itself

Looking up at stars
Wond’ring what secrets they hold
What stories they’ve seen

My eyes are drooping
And my thoughts spin round and round
Time for bed, methinks