A stack of books and a cup of tea
Leaving behind worldly care
In an afternoon where I am totally free.
In my garden hammock laying
Bare feet and face turned towards the sun
Relaxing, for the hour staying
In the pages of a book undone.
My little attic hideaway
Quite the quiet place to be
On the dusty little bed I lay
Dancing black letters of a book to see.
All of my favorite reading place
Are far away from rat races.