Darling Day 18: The River

She sits upon the river bank,

Picks daisies one by one,

She peers into the dawning day,

Sighs ‘welcome’ to the sun.

The windy reeds sway in the morn,

Sweet blackbirds hop and play,

A simple hour of darling joy,

One darling day in May.

She sees a shadow on a hill,

The grey of faded light,

But even if the cold creeps near,

She knows she’ll be alright.

She whispers to the universe,

‘Protect my heart, this day,

And I’ll sing you a rainbow sky,

To wash your grey away.’