In fresh and tranquil valley, as I lay beside the meandering stream,
My eyelids gently met and there I slipped into a dream.
I dreamt of better days, of days of sunshine, sea and sand,
Of trees, of bushes, flowers and hues that beautify the land.
Long glasses full of lemonade or vanilla ice cream and fruit,
Aunties apple dumplings, with custard, chewy arrowroot.
Picking those wild strawberries and some crunchy hazelnuts,
Catching hands on blackberry thorns and getting several cuts.
Climbing trees, oft falling out, not breaking any bones,
Trying to skim the water with those nicely flattened stones.
Hearing mummy shouting "Come on kids it's time for tea"
Mouths began to salivate wondering what it would be.
Sadly the dream ends abruptly as a bird begins to sing,
I lie in the sun contemplating what the rest of the day will bring.