I can pack it into my many satchels, my picnic basket
I can place it in my trolley, it remains patiently by my side, as I sip tea
I can leave it in my kitchen, my bedroom, my summer house
My suitcase, it sits snug between my folded clothes, the beach it joins
What about my tree house, many visits it has been, the pages turn, slight breeze
My Library, my little bit of magic, creation, it’s evolved so many times
I can arrange it by my interest, it’s colour, texture, many titles
I adore my little library, as I’m reading, within my garden of flowers
The birds singing sweet, my freshly squeezed Orange juice, my favourite glass
I’m grateful for this moment, looking at my Library, all perfect, in line, order
My books on the edge of my Sweet garden table, a Butterfly lands, complimenting
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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