Gentle bloom you softly motion
Your sweet harmonious tone
No need to fear for I am home
By silent pools of one so fair
With Beltane wishes in your hair
So close to the tree this apple did fall
The spell of summer I hear you call
I stand and gaze at your beauty in blue
In the woodland glade of sparkling dew,
Such a wonderous sight for this heart to see,
You have given me wings and now I am free.
© Jo Mummery 30th November 2011
