Beautiful mornings ,beautiful days

if I may say,

Time twinkling away,

The wind sways,

the tree branches , on which I sit,

Floating around in willowy wisps of moments,

I wander about , In the pale sunshine

Time is mine, for ages I saunter about

Looking into people's eyes, finding their lies

Laughing  at their wily giles, foolish crooked smiles

I walk around , tripping them to the ground

all this without a sound.

Tapping little children on the heads

their eyes see ,but no-one would believe,

A charming ghost am I , skipping about

Above the park near you,

I will see you around,

listen closely to the chimes tinkling in the wind,

That will be me on the rebound!