Under the Spell

I am at a loss and I am lost. In an experience which will last Thank the Goddess of Nature For all that she has nurtured . The meadows are green And my memory evergreen. Every moment is living And nothing is dying The birds were singing For what I was longing . Their music made me dance And got me into a trance. The mountains to my right I was no comparison to their might.  The time was ripe And I had tears to wipe Wordsworth saw the Daffodils Tennyson saw the Brook.  The weather was not gloomy And there was space for Rumi  Kahil saw the wine And he was there is time. I was under the Spell And will never be in Hell.