In a little café by the Jetty,
Seagulls soaring,
Flapping by.
An acoustic guitar singer,
At the corner of the balcony
Singing in a honeyed-filled melody.
Drinking a cup of tea,
Turn and smile.
She returns with a joyful glee of happiness.
As she continues to sing
Songs that ring bells in me.
Beautiful, Harmonic.
As it soothe my Sunday noon like a milk bath,
With rose petals surround
In love and peace.
