The trees sway gently in the wind
A soft breeze blows through my hair
The sun is warm upon my back
In the lush grass, my feet are bare.
The river moves quite lazily
I dangle my legs o'er the side
The birds whistle various songs
It's here that I'm most satisfied.
With a sigh, I slowly get up
I wish this day would never cease
But now it's time I headed home
With on last look, I turn and leave.
I'm always writing sad poems, but I decided to attempt a nicer one for once.