Dream To Die In Arran isles

It was the time of my eternal morning sidewalk

I had no human to talk only the isle of Arran for cross talk

I had the shallow brook with trouts and perches feeding their families to stalk

Can you hear the cuckoos and humming birds competing with their caramel voices alike a gawk?

The crimson sun had come with his army of golden ray

They fought so hard but could not win against the tight hug of robin brothers gay

The foolish frogs of the steady brook got trapped in the sun’s shadow crochet

But the sister water lilies did save their brothers did make the sunny trap convey

The brook was dancing on the rainbow pebbles and singing with the humming bee

Daisies and violets were dipping their hoods into the cold water foresee

Lending the brook their perfume to enchant flies and flea

But she was to meet her impatient lover waiting at the lake Innisfree

I like a helpless father bid the brook a goodbye as she fled away with her lover dale

The lake and the tulip valleys seemed characters of fantastic tale

The tangy tulip sisters were dancing along the lake entrails

The sisters kissed the couples opening their green wedding veils

I had to march out of this enticing pedalo up to my cabin on the Arran hill

The path was full of tall apartments cursing human skill

They were those tall oaks with the finch family as the fill

I had completed my brevet away from the urban Bastille

These isles are lost round the Scottish water blue blue

But the lilies wore their green hoods for the sun’s adieu

Begins the opera of bugs crickets and cicadas as their ballyhoo

The obedient clouds had assembled for their rain march with the moo

Isles promise my soul you won’t imitate the urban aura

Eternalness this petrichor fauna and flora.