Gloom

As the world slumbered peacefully
And pangs of melancholy made me their dwelling
I took abode here
Where the bees made nectar
And the flowers bloomed
And there was a lingering scent quite unlike gloom

Underneath lay a wooden bench
Waiting earnestly for a guest
I made it my home as I stared at the luminary clock
Resting still and sometimes a walk

There was peace
There was joy
A melody that made me coy

And yet it was here that I found strength
Underneath the leaf’s breath
Oh, how I wish I had known earlier
The absence of this earnest lesson at midnight
Is the reason for my plight