Unplumbed Happiness

Life is too short not to cavort 

With friendly sorts, like trees and skies 

The long way home is like a poem 

Whisp'ring in nature’s paradise 

How good to sit and chat a bit 

With friends that flit with twitt’ring laud 

Who do not bear tomorrow’s care 

But leave its Wherefore up to God 

Time flies and soon the afternoon 

Is like a tune we used to know 

So, we should pause sometimes because 

The gauze of moments steals the show 

Don’t wait too long to learn the song 

That wafts upon the lofty breeze 

And softly blends the way that wends 

Through what time lends, to memories 

The wonder-strands from wander-lands 

Of grandiose 'hands-off' finesse

Softly become the glorious sum

Of perfect, unplumbed happiness

© Janet Martin 

This is the lure I couldn't resist...

before it darkened