The smooth unbroken fabric,
Damp in the morning, dew of the dawn.
It waves gently as a pale hue of orange tints the horizon.
Each drop, a thousand mirrors,
Fading in the new found warmth.
Days spent lazing in the flowers,
My life on the lilies.
Each gust of wind rolling over me,
Brushing my nose with a soft sweetness of breath,
Exhaled from silken petals.
The melody of birdsong wakes me up,
Opening my eyes to the raw sunlight,
While I lie and gaze the length of the day.
Unnoticed by the many creatures
Aimlessly wandering around.
As the sun sets,
The sound of sleepy bees buzzing home,
A low hum at the base of the air.
My own little lullaby,
Sending me to my dreams.
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