Psychedelic Spring

High on a dynamite cloudmusic unpeels leaving base linesdrum beat heart noisetrees are singing, weaving networks,my mind dropping jewels of memory.Buzzing in my brainlittle green men blowrings of smoke::outsidelife takes its morning trainfor me it’s all a matter of timeMesmerised by lifeI float beneath a thunder skyBluebells frame the woodsthree deer graze the cornfizzy green like children’s sweets.Spring returns enchantment weavesan errant breeze while wood nymphs clothethe naked trees nature sings to mein rising sap and blue jay lays her eggsin vibrant shades of ecstasy.