Tortured Muse

How the sunlight glitters
On the rainbow wings of the darning needle
Darting hither and thither through the garden greens
How the early summer wells up from the earth’s verdant soil
Rich, loamy and teeming with life
How, left alone, nature sings a beautiful song
A dance of balance and beauty
Each note a symphony of curves and breezes
How sweet to be alive
Amongst the woods, the gardens green
Nestled in the bosoms of the world
Called How It Should Be
Humming a tune called life.