The clouds are soft white pillows,
dancing across the sky.
Their shapes change like seasons
as the wind begins to sigh.

The trees are swaying slowly,
birds commence to soar.
I close my eyes and daydream
to prolong my time outdoors.

Green goes on for acres,
a blue I see, so bright.
a motor’s hum and cricket’s
chirp have never sounded so right

The world is at a standstill,
time frozen just for me
How great it is to close my eyes
and still perdure to see.

I will lay our here for hours
until the sun begins to rest.
My disappearing troubles are replaced
with a swarming in my chest

Until later can I hope
for another day like this to come,
so I can lay out here and write again
for hours and then-some.