This is a tribute to Edward Lear.
As she woke and dreamt of that sunlit night, she swam on the beach in pale, dim sunlight. The birds in the water, the fish in the air; both flying and swimming with moderate flair. She ate ripe papaya 'til hungry again. Watched as the sky cleared, made room for new rain. She took out a novel; read it last page to first. Spoke with a lobster who was fairly well versed. The rain did stop coming; the clouds came anew. An upside down rainbow; her last perfect view. A beautiful memory of the glorious day. A cold, wintry morning that first week of May. She couldn't stop yawning, somewhat sad but yet feeling gay.
Lyrics: Maureen and Ram