On My Own In the Peak District

The blue sky, vast deep blue sky the crisp cold green grass beneath and between the two - just me! no moment of loneliness but of bliss, of existence, and thought of self and just be! no trees to block the clear view, sheep graze quiet, faraway, fragrant blossoms down the lea! how false are the chains of life? keep us captive, trapped, glued in? one breath- I cut myself free! 7 syllables rhyme with the last lines in each stanza Ah! to be in England now, that it is April there!