Lay Down With Me on the Mountain. by Miss T. (Poem)

Lay down with me on the mountain,
listen to the larks—
singing high in branches,
nestling in the bark.

Look upon the sunset,
until the sky grows dim.
Smell the flowers in the meadow,
watch the wild ole river brim.

Feel the earth between your toes
when the long, hard day is done.

Feel the air rise though your lungs

with nature you are one.

Beckoning with whispers
are the bunnies in the glen,
dancing round,
the speed of sound—
and back to Mum again.

Lay with me on the mountain,
rest your weary head,
and let the sky wash over you,
and peace replace the dread.