She was waiting On a blanket Softly whispering her favourite song; Setting up objects, setting up her heart. The melody fields alive and singing along, Covered in clover, popping thistles, And dandelion trees, As her lips move along. Her body bathing in the rays of the sun, Painting the day, Creating that something for Someone she loved. Her love runs around And around like a child in the field, As she waits for me. The last thought To complete Her picnic. A perfect picnic day.