Soaked by Nature

I sit under my crape myrtle tree in full bloom of white feeling the cool breeze from the rain a couple of miles away I've no particular thoughts about being a miner of so I'll let my thoughts wander and watch the clouds rush by heading Northwest to an unknown destination while Bluejays play tag in the limbs and Igrets dig for food in the soil of my yard seeming not to care that I'm here I'll spend a few hours in this shade relax and listen to thoughts that drift away with the bird songs soaking in Nature, finding peace, with no thoughts of tomorrow nor seeking memories to dwell on only the serenity that comes from a pristine calmness of the mind