Warm sun upon my face,
cool earth on my back.
A wisp of wind, and flowers of all colors,
like a world of stained glass
moving back and forth with the warm air.
I breath a deep satisfying breath
that fills my soul with all the colors of the world.
The wind moving through the trees
are like the earth's great breath.
I am a child again,
free from my worldly duties.
My mind drifts, like the birds on the wind above,
back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth, with the rhythm of the earth.