A Basket Full Of Holes

I had put all my hopes, and dreams  
Into a basket full of holes, so it seems  
Fallen eggshells, lay scattered  
As dreams were soon shattered  

I patched the basket up, ready for its quest  
Filled it with eggs, from a myriad of nests  
And avoided stepping, onto broken eggshells  
As i  moved forward, dancing over bluebells  
 
I walked amongst the beautiful trees  
My hair flowing gently, in a warming breeze  
as a susseration, of stirring leaves  
Embraced my heart, that no longer grieves  
 
The sun, knowingly shone  
Sensing my emotions, of things, now gone  
As a myriad trees, gave me a warming embrace  
They lifted my soul, towards an ethereal place  
 
As a soft murmuring, of wind-swept flowers  
A sweetening of time, amidst sweet bowers  
A natural tapestry, of butterfly wings  
with beautiful birdsong, and flutterings
 
by Jemia