Communing With Nature

I want to dance in a field of posies I’d take off my shoes and squish my toesies Lay in a field of color all day long Listen to the birds and mimic their song Smell all of Mother Nature’s fragrant scents And prolong my stay by pitching a tent I’d lie on my back and look at the sky And linger there until the moon is high I’d savor the moment, then return home Where stress, anxiety and chaos roam And when my day is a little off track I will close my eyes and I’ll be right back Communing with nature’s sights, sounds and smells In the field of posies, I know so well.