Captivated

Beyond the stairs
where we climb to greet the morn,
the steps taken because
school or work demand,
there is the door in our mind,
that opens to precious private places,
where plants have souls and we have wings.

A footpath shall I guide you towards,
for a stroll upon the winds,
dancing with airy toes
over the tops of flowers.

We'll visit the fairy spirits
which hide in the bushes,
listen as they sing their magic melodies
until it makes us forget
what waits when we return.

Afterwards, sipping upon the honeysuckle nectar
served by pixies,
lie among the emerald grass
to watch the clouds become
a thousand different stunning forms.

Then inhale the enchantment
blown by Mother Nature,
happily drifting through the trees
on golden beams of sunlight,
time, a watch broken,
while we play among the fields
created by dreams,
only returning when our hearts
have been warmed enough from the visit.