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.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2025
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