Another Song

Sitting softly
upon this bed
of fallen leaves
I sigh.
The music of this place
lulls me into a state
of semi-sleep.
The rich, deep smell
of mother earth
mingles with the rustle
of dry leaf
to recreate a scent
of magic.

I could stay
forever wrapped
in this
perfect harmony
but...

I hear another song
my chlidren's laughter
calling me
home.