Outward Bound!

This is happiness and joy
In a land where rain never fails
Where love grows when the clouds darken
And the singing of the birds increase
In innuendo of sweet swinging bliss
Should I say beautiful?
Maybe an understatement…
Angelic, out of this world
I could continue, I could write
But the experience is better
The lights, natural
The moon,
The cold brings an aura of love
What if she was here?
Do I need another blanket?
Oh! Maybe
The serenity, the company
Outward bound!


……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn