Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights
Day 3 Nature Series and one of the most magical poems ever written. This morning started off foggy here in Helsinki and the air seemed to swirl with magic. I wish you joy. I wish you will see so much magic crammed into a single moment. Hugs from the contemplative Housewife and wood explorer. x
I was born to catch dragons in their densAnd pick flowersTo tell tales and laugh away the morningTo drift and dream like a lazy streamAnd walk barefoot across sunshine days.I was born to find goblins in their cavesAnd chase moonlightTo see shadows and seek hidden riversTo hear the rain fall on dry leavesAnd chat a bit with death across foggy nights.I was born to rub my hands in dirtAnd walk green hillsTo plant corn and make breadTo build a house strong against the windAnd to live free across sunshine days.I was born to watch owls in dark forestsAnd hear coyotes cryTo feel trees tremble and the grass sleepTo taste cold air and smell the damp earthAnd watch ghostly shapes disappear across foggy nights.I was born to love a man wrapped in sunshineAnd dressed in fogTo make a pact on a high hillRatified centuries ago by the sunTo walk together through sunshine days and foggy nights.