I hear the birds singing and
The sun warms my face
As the wind rustles the trees.
I open my eyes,
Look across the picnic blanket,
See you there
And I must smile.
For now the hurt is gone.
For now the pain is non-existent.
For now the dreams are just that.
Dreams, as they are supposed to be.
Not nightmares full of terror
But dreams of singing birds,
Sunshine, love and peace.
I can see into my future
And it is full of many bright dreams,
So thank-you my friend,
My life-long companion,
My picnic partner.