MY SECRET

In a woodland by a cottage

A little stream flows lazily by.

Strolling through the other day

I saw a cloud of butterfly`s.

Wild flowers blossoming gaily

In harmony and happy each one.

Varied grasses tall and bright

Daisies, buttercups and pink clover

Craning their faces towards the sun.

Languishing in that lovely woodland

Blows my cares and worries far away.

Only the bees are heartily working

Collecting their wares for another day.