In A Contemplative Mood

I often like to sit and dream
Of pond and lake, of brook and stream
Of sitting on a shady knoll
And listening to the breeze enthrall
The branches with her sweet caress
Of peace and joy and happiness.

At times I gaze into the sky
To watch the clouds as they drift by
Or see at night a field of stars
And even Mercury or Mars.
I watch the sun as it sinks low
And shares the splendor of afterglow.

When such I dream I’m quite content
My idle hours in rapture spent.
The greatest riches you can find
Come with good health and peace of mind
And time to enjoy the wondrous story
Of the earth and sky and all their glory.