Furled or Unfurled

FURLED OR UNFURLED

Furled or unfurled, life outdoors is ecstasy,

Refreshment for the soul re-minding minds

How wonderful is Gaia, how breathlessly

We are taken, how beautifully designed.

How gifted we folk are to live here and be free

How close we come to reaching the sublime

Such a pleasant Eden, I’m sure you will agree,

Pray that it will be here for a forever time

These sails they are my friends, they take me far away,

Far from troubled minds and far away from toil,

And out upon the lake or docked inside the bay,

Take me far from nerves that always seem to coil

Come Monday morning, back to grinding stones

But never mind, the lake is bound to stay

You will heed the call of sails, be they furled or nay,

Next weekend you’ll be back , once again to play.

Furled or unfurled the sails are spirits free,

There always is a treasure somewhere for to spy,

That is why I keep these sails standing at the ready,

The treasure of my dreams is peaceful harmony.

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