Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees
Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above
I don’t care.
This is my meaning of life.
Today I sat there thinking I’m 18 years old and looking at the sky. I was lying on the grass with a book, but hell, I can never concentrate. The winds gushed, the clouds darkened, a wimpy little thunder growled,
and I felt happy.
Atop the green grassy hill during summertime, away from the shady trees below, behind the warehouse, against that warm tin wall,
There lies a safe spot. Your open arms. The silence of your smile,
The content in your eyes, the stillness in your seat.
Embracing you my body sighs a massive wave of relief
Clasped underneath your firm reassuring arms
Closing my eyes, I breathe over your chest
Like a spore in a barren land you thrived
and I’m left with the green grass of you, you, and you.