Cabin on the stream

I wake up, the sun shining in my eyes

Maple syrup and pancake steams I sniff by surprise 

My feet touch the rough wooden floor

The floor creaking and me yawning out the door

Past the beautiful breakfast 

With scents of honey for your cold

Curing the lady, growing very old

There’s life happening here

Growing plants, children laughing and animals unpacking from the winter 

The trees so rough and bumpy it must be easy to get a splinter

The sun shining through the grass

A place I go for time to pass

Birds singing 

Bells ringing

The shhhh of the water stream

Looking down as my reflection beams

Rusty metals and bouncy balls laying on the grass

Peaceful and beautiful is what this land is

Gentle and calm is what this land is