Oh, please join me 'neath this lilac tree,
for a nice quiet chat about this and that,
to while away this care-free day,
and rest our feet, from the pavement heat
You could rhyme with me a poem or three,
dreaming up words about singing birds,
or the waves of sea, ever-rolling and free,
as we muse for a while, poetise and smile.
You could share with me my thermos of tea,
and half the lunch I bought on a hunch,
of passing girls, the one with blonde curls
would see it was fit to join me and sit.
Oh, please - oh please join me 'neath this tree
with love in your heart for literary art,
where poems of loves match cooing of doves,
and tensions all cease, in the blessings of peace.