Wind Chimes At Night

In our peaceful temple in the China hills

Lady Penelope had enough of loud thrills

She took my hand and off we went

Out the huge door into a forest of enchantment

The forest was made of wooden bamboo

All green and tall and fresh and new

The wind was blowing swift and free

And we were walking along, just Penelope and me

The grass was tall and definitely long

To the wind’s gentle music it swayed along

But the most incredible sound I heard

Was as gentle and kind as a rare songbird

It was the sound of a wind chime perched way up high

On the balcony of a small house we passed by

Its beauty and grace carried in its tune

As the fireflies sparkled and danced in the moon

At last, we came to a smooth blue lake

Which shined in the moonlight for pity’s sake

Lotus flowers were floating slow as a snake

And a fresh rosy scent was carried on the lake

From the sleeve of her kimono Penelope produced some petals

And I felt them - they were much better than metal

She threw them into the water and they floated down

Causing gentle ripples to widen all around

But then dark storm clouds covered the moon

And all at once, a storm started too soon

Thunder crashed, howling wind and rain

So off we went back home again

When we got home my nose was wet

So Lady Penelope went to get

A herbal capsule to soothe my cold

And some lotus tea to keep me bold

The tea was warm, the outdoor rain wild

To Lady Penelope, I was her child

But now we’re yawning and so we head

Upstairs to our cosy, soft, snuggly bed.