Strange, the ways you take hold my thoughts.
Mundane to magical.
Transforming landscapes of the day’s dreams.
Shaking the hills out.
Fluffing the clouds.
Smoothing the surface of the water.
I watch you work.
Focused, humming.
Caring, nurturing.
Sustaining, sculpting.
Soothed by the calm of your meadow,
I relax.
Sit beside you and breathe in the vista,
A glory of your creation.
You fade.
Colours dim.
Once more the mundane settles.
