With a singing heart and basket in hand
I skipped my way for my weekend store.
Dreaming of cinnamony muffins and freshly baked loaves
The smiling farmers selling all their veggie and fruity delights.
I passed by the quaint and pretty houses
And powerful mansions with their coloured gardens.
Down I went and saw the prancing colts
In unbridled freedom neighing to the skies.
The sea blue sky was embellished with waltzing clouds
The passion filled breeze blew through my long amber hair.
My rummy eyes were transfixed awhile
When my heart heard a mellifluous ring.
My excited ears were surely listening to my sing song heart
Or was it the ringing of the church bells a day ahead?
It was the jingling-tinkling bells of the mooing cows
Eschewing the wind kissed green-green meadows.
Their slow paced life and contented unblinking eyes
Spoke aloud of their golden age in their tranquil lives.
The creek gurgled on glistening pebbles
While the quenched lad lay beside with his hat covered face.
Irresistible temptations drew me to the mirrored aquamarine
I cooled my feet in the rippling waves.
I wrapped myself closely with my visual treat
As God winked through the pristine clouds.
Rejuvenated I came out of my divine trance
By the whistling lad who woke up from his soothing slumber.
Cheerily I glided to my farmers’ market
With a singing heart and basket in hand.