In my green field

Laying in the summer sun in a field of green grass In the distance a lake shimmering like a pain of clear glass Birds are singing their sweet songs in the bushes and trees And the soothing humming sound of the honey bees The smell the wild flowers so pungent and delicious The scurrying of a field mouse carefree but still suspicious Laying in a field of green grass the warm sunshine on my face Alone with my daydreaming away from the human race.