I lay upon the soft sweet graas

Unaware of the world come and pass

The skies yawn; sweep me asunder

I am free to breathe in my morning slumber

When the bird above sings a honey hello

My eyes flutter open to see its coat of yellow

How it warms my bossom to have a friend

Who doesn’t want me to miss the slience end

The valley swirls and dances with the wind

I notice the sun’s glow has thinned

Perhaps the time is now to go home

And leave this field as the thunder roams

I’ve forgotten already the beauty it holds

When the world slows and twirls in deep folds

I sing to the winds and its melodies follow along

I sleep now to the rains melencholic song