Wonderful

I lie on the grass and stare up at the clouds with the sun beating down; heavy on my face childrens laughter and gardening sounds birds and butterflies with such eloquent grace. The clouds move so fast metamorphosing their form strange shadows they cast abnormality to the norm. Close your eyes and drift away take in the air; the scented breeze there's a place in which you long to stray to run wild, carefree amongst the trees. So here I lie; still on the grass under the summer sky floating dreamily with my thoughts until the darkness upon me is nigh.