Cup of Honey

I went to my secret grove last night
where the trees grow fair
high in the hills,
where the stars are bright

I heard a sound
and turned around
toward the granite chair
You were sitting there
a cup of honey in your hand
and flowers in your hair

Though the grove is secret
it’s a gift that we can share
in the dreaming land
I made you welcome there

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