A low hum drones on
New hums chime in
As the sun zeniths
And the temperature rises
A backdrop of song birds
Competing for air space
Chirps break the low drone
Then fade
Soft rolling hills
And a green glade
Large clouds one a swan
Another an alien ship
Move across the frame
My head twirls in all directions
Flowing up and down on drafts
Like the buzzards circling
On hot air currents
My body sinks down into the soft plastic chair
My feet resting on deck planks
Cracks rising up here and dropping there
Portals of vibration ebb and flow between my toes
The sparrow flies into its domain
While mocking birds stand sentry
Or turn their ears towards the sound of earthworms drumming
Mountain fresh air cleanses the lungs of smog,
The mind of excessive thinking
The slightly pungent and sweet smell of pasture grasses rise and fall on gentle breezes
Like a warm hug from a beloved friend
A moment I ne’er want to end
Niiiiiiice!!!
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