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