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.
Copyright © Rachel Lipscomb | Year Posted 2005
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