I walk down streets of pale blue
breathing in scents of lavender and cinnamon buns.
Smoke dancing upwards from chimneys
farm houses on country lanes.
Ducks in a row
Puddle jumping cows
I wonder how peace
can find it’s way
through all the muck
proving that life doesn’t actually suck
for those who see beauty on a frosty window pane
I may be insane but
I don’t care
I’ll just walk down my country lane of pale blue
looking as always