For Free
A boy named Stu had nothing to do.
He deplored being bored.
His money all spent;
He had not even one cent.
So, to a field outside he went.
Looking up very high,
He studied clouds and the sky.
One cloud, he believed looked just like a cat.
“Wow,” he thought, “I really like that!”
His feelings morphed to being at ease;
Calmness came with a spring breeze.
Then, out of it all, came the sound
Of tiny birds fluttering around.
With comfort, he lay on the ground.
His hand was led by his fingers touch,
Over the soft grass warm and lush.
A bee alighted on his arm.
He studied the little creature without alarm.
From within his peace, he perceived a scent;
To the colorful young flowers he went.
He yielded to his senses and explored
Temperatures, colors, fragrances…not a bit bored.
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