The path beckoned her,

to weave among the scented colour,

where bees hummed on nectar quest

and insects climbed to lofty leaves

in green delight.

The sun warmed her,

with solar rays of gentle heat,

from azure sky where swallows soar

on delta wings and larksong rings

in meadow air.

The peace soothed her,

in nature's world of simple truth,

confusion slipped from muddled thought

and hid from tired and worried mind

behind a smile.

The world found her,

it offered safety's gloomy cloak,

to wear 'neath medication's rule

and asked how passed the recent hours. . .

she told them. . .

"I was dancing with roses."