Heaven

I lay
In a field
On a hillside soft 
with grass

Oblivious
To the damp
The insects
Ultraviolet

I feel
A tug of wind
At my shirt
Caress my face

The instant warmth
Of a friendly sun
On exposed flesh

I believe
That somehow
This has all been orchestrated
Just for me

And I’m exactly where
I ought
To be

childhoodheavenpeacefree verse

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