Beside The Stream Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

If you're going to be there in my dreams,
I'd love us to sit beside the stream,
The one that flowed that sunny day,
When we sat together, that fine day in May.

The sky will be just like it was before,
A grand shade of blue that we gazed at with awe,
The birds resting on, the sycamore tree
that moved with the breeze so wild and free.

Nothing compares to that moment in time,
We were part of life's nature so gentle, divine
If you're going to be there in my dreams,
Let's relive that moment, right there by the stream.



Jayne Louise Davies