Perfect Day

It was a Sunday Just like any other Sunday The summer glow was exquisite Perfect for a ride in the country As the sun drenched Honey all over God’s creation I was a passenger in the back seat And everyone was quiet Probably like me in awe I soaked in the scenery Like so many other times It didn’t really seem Any different that day Till out of nowhere I was shocked to realize It had been a while that My mind had been elsewhere Outside my window Hovering over those hills In the form of a big hand That supersize hand was me Caressing the long tall grasses I thought I snapped out of it But was so amazed I was able to ease right back Without skipping a beat Into my out of body experience So for miles and miles I was able to caress those rolling hills And their tall blades of warm grasses Ever so grateful for God’s creation AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Submitted on June 2, 2018 for contest THESE ARE THE DAYS sponsored by DANIEL TURNER