I will build a home upon the hill
With windows for every sun
Each room with mountain air shall fill
And night and day will be as one.
Bird song will waken the day
While cicadas lull it to sleep.
The fragrant air so wholesome
With shades of
Eucalyptus, pine and balsam
Will make a confluence
Of every room.
In Spring time flowers will bloom
In Summer the drones will moan
Punch drunk on pure nectar
Teetering to the honeycomb
In Autumn the colours will flow
The world will dance
And fall in a trance
From the crystal shine of the Winter’s snow.
The warbling stream
Will feed an afternoon’s dream
Where the muse will descend
Her song to lend
Our blended song shall delight
The daze of moon blanched nights