I sit in comfort on a cloud
of soft pillows, a glass in hand
as butterflies, hover and crowd
over some flowers on a stand:
daffodils and yellow roses -
just above where my pup dozes.

They flutter and dance in the breeze
with such  a show of playful glee
along with busy, buzzing bees:
to me, a jolly company;
flitting in and out while I sit
musing, dreaming, as I see fit.

Lost in a thought, never alone,
locked in the moment’s warm embrace,
caressed by the wind’s gentle moan -
contentment written on my face.
I bask in such joy as it streams
in me, here in my porch of dreams

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