One Early Morning Rise

I went to Countryside 
One early morning rise
I walked among the trees 
And heard the buzzing bees

They had me follow them 
Yet they were on a stem
Simple magic it was 
For I fell in a pause

A lake with a blue hue 
Gave me a silent cue
So drowsy I fast got 
I knew it was a plot

On the grass I laid down 
Near the soil all too brown
Sleep took over my mind 
And I dreamed of a find

I saw many mermaids 
Combing each other’s braids
Laughter and joy in sound 
Well worth their share in pounds

Sirène Frinton
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